Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly (Chopped & Screwed)

[VERSE 1: PARK MEXICAN]
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' like traffic
On the back of his SPM tatted
Boys down with me, like 4 tires
Got & 'Lac's & candy jaguars
Try to it rich, breakin' bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a bitch
Was my first love, that I will
dope fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these rappers how it really go?
Or are just another fake on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My homey's either or in the kitchen cookin' crack
wanna' stare, take it to the square hoe.
Should I stay ag' or I let my hair grow?
I know it don't stop, though they try
45 years, in like a homicide.

[CHORUS: SOUTH MEXICAN]
Creep me
S.P. So
& pull so
& so heavily.
Creep me
S.P. So
& so fastily
& so heavily.

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, I'm dead
Man, it's best
'Cause these days, innocent Mexican's get in the 'feds
Or either wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or popped of the
Now I don't wanna' be the one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in game, I hustle to change things
whoever says I just wanna see led fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where head lies
I be down the back street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay through the 2-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal like baby, this is life
This is what it feels like, when you in the trill
This is what it still like, still fly the to Los
Id like to welcome y'all on of S.P. bro'.

[CHORUS: SOUTH PARK
Creep me
S.P. So
& so fastily
& so heavily.
Creep me
S.P. So
& pull so
& so heavily.

[VERSE 3: SOUTH MEXICAN]
I'm a strong, stronger then they thought
I made 'em so sick I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
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 spent it on my homies, spent it on my
I put a diamond necklace in my fridge
But all the jealousy me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in 1
So many enemies, for no good
Guess they mad I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I would dead
Now I'm on lock, they still can't take it
Homey, I'm the king of shit, man face it.

[CHORUS: SOUTH MEXICAN]
Creep me
S.P. So
& pull so
& so heavily.
Creep me
S.P. So
& so fastily
& so heavily.