Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
down with me, like four flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and jaguars
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy
Was my first love, that I will
dope fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do rappers know, how it really go
Or are they just fake on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, 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 like a homicide

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

2: COAST]
The world has got me on
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, it's best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the
Or either rocked wit' a glock lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I wanna' be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz says I just wanna see lead fly
The done sped by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my tape bang
The caddy coop stay through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal like baby, is real life
is what it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it like, still fly the kite to Los
like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily
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
that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I it on my homies, spent it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my momma's
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one
So many enemies, for no good
they mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, still can't take it
Homie, I'm the of this shit, man face it

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