Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

In the streets I'm game
I can't you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say they really fake
mess with you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be solo

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

Mo' money yeah mo'
What biggy said it like it true
to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so tryna sue
My got jaguars
My garage like a zoo

Middle finger up for the
Hope the hater here you
cool, that's real cool
You can feel like you gotta
But I ain't trusting my counter
And that's the reason I count
You saw the
(Yeah)

I'm
Thinking everybody wanna take my
Can't my money out my account
'Cause my bank teller get motion
and forth, b-back and forth
From in the or right back in court

Candy car built like a
And my crib built a fort
Let's go to war, I ain't George
I promise ya'll I'm be prepared
Cause I trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I keep a

In the streets I'm peepin'
I can't you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say they really fake
Can't with you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be rollin'

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low

I ain't hangin' with none of
like [unverified]
Win the grammy
Guard the
And all of you gon out

If you don't it then peace out
Look and I see doubt
I been to get to the presidents
barrack is on speed dial
Yeah all about me now

want ya and don't need ya
You grind and get to the money
And you ain't hungry I feed ya
I ain't with no hater

No faker, no
I knew it big and they say did
And tryna take my like stole visa
If lonely at the top

(Top)
I'd rather be
'Cause the closest to ya
The ones who guna do ya
me for a broad
I promise that I lose no sleep
Cause jenny can be your freak
But my account gone stay obese

In the I'm peepin' game
I trust you, no no
All up in my mayne
I on the low low

Say they really really
Can't with you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be rollin'

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low

I be, lower than low
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of that means slower than slow

Feel like I'm and there's nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka
(Blah)
Put a fuckin' hole in the
Luda, I'm so dope wid the
fulla speakers, pocket fulla [unverified]

How much would a wood chuck
If a wood could chuck wood
on the wheel
Turn it it
another stack
I it earned it
Blow [unverified]

Pull tram
Light blunt
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody your gats

And hold em, load, em
em, cock em
And aim it up
it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rollin' off in the

26
em defenseless
45 always tucked in the
Open your
See me

I keep winning
And boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the of the year
is hatin' and hos is choosing

Look at all the hos you
look at all the game I got
And you can catch me on the low low
ridin' solo, beatin' the block

In the I'm peepin' game
I trust you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say they really fake
mess with you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be rollin'

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low