Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm purple magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
down with me, like four flat tires
Got and 'Lac's and candy jaguars
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy
Was my love, that I will admit
Watchin' fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these know, how it really go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My homie's either or in the kitchen cookin' crack
wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair
I know it don't stop, even they try
45 years, in this a homicide

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

2: COAST]
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to spot on the ledge
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's best
'Cuz these days, Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever says I just see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where your lie
I be cruzin' down the street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the I roll frequently
Out the dirty, throwed
What the deal like baby, this is life
This is what it feels like, when you in the life
This is what it still like, still fly the to Los
I''d like to welcome on behalf of S.P. bro'

SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And pack so
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And so heavily

3: SPM]
I'ma stay strong, stronger then thought
I 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd apart, if I couldn't spark
Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money a thing, never will I love it
Guess that's why the Lord me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, spent it on my
I put a diamond in my momma's fridge
But all the kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a whole ounce in one blunt
So enemies, for no good reason
they mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still take it
Homie, I'm the king of this shit, man it

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily