Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

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

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

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to that on the ledge
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I to change things
'Cuz whoever says I wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where head lie
I be down the back 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 real
This is it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is it still like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily

[VERSE 3:
I'ma strong, stronger then they thought
I made 'em so sick when I it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I spark
Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money ain't a thing, never will I it
that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my fridge
But all the jealousy me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad cause I make the dough easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, still can't take it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

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