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
Boys down with me, like flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and candy
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy
Was my first love, I will admit
Watchin' fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these know, how it really go
Or are just another fake on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's either dead or in the kitchen cookin'
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 though try
45 years, in this a homicide

[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

2: COAST]
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the
To where if I drop, I'm dead
Man, probably best
'Cuz these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the
Or rocked wit' a glock 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 hustle to things
'Cuz whoever says I just see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's your head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape
The caddy coop stay swangin' the two-way lanes
So come creep 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 like, when you in the trill life
This is what it like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d like to welcome y'all on of S.P. bro'

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

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

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