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
Boys down with me, like four flat
Got and 'Lac's and candy jaguars
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I will
Watchin' dope fight for half a cigarette
Do rappers know, how it really go
Or are just another fake on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I 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 I let my hair grow?
I it don't stop, even though they try
45 years, in this a homicide

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

[VERSE 2:
The world has got me on
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, probably best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get in the 'feds
Or either wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the pain
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to things
'Cuz whoever says I just wanna see fly
The done sped by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the lanes
So creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal baby, this is real life
This is what it feels like, you in the trill life
is what 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 pull so
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so

[VERSE 3:
I'ma stay strong, stronger 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 I love it
Guess that's why the gave me plenty of it
I it on my homies, spent it on my kids
I put a diamond necklace in my fridge
But all the kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one
So many enemies, for no reason
Guess they mad cause I make the dough easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

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