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

[VERSE 1: SOUTH MEXICAN]
I'm sippin' magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the back of his SPM tatted
Boys down me, like 4 flat tires
Got Benz's & 'Lac's & jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy
Was my first love, that I will
Watchin' fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these rappers how it really go?
Or are just another fake on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My either dead 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 stop, even 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 that spot on the
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, it's probably
'Cause these days, Mexican's get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a fulla' lead
Or of the death?
Now I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same
I'm in same game, I hustle to change things
'Cause whoever says I wanna see led fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's your head lies
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw bang
The caddy coop swangin' through the 2-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
the deal like baby, this is real life
This is what it like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, still fly the to Los
Id like to welcome y'all on of S.P. bro'.

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

[VERSE 3: PARK MEXICAN]
I'm a stay strong, stronger then thought
I made 'em so sick when I it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money ain't a thing, will 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 necklace in my mama's fridge
But all the jealousy me drugged up
I try to a fuckin' whole ounce in 1 blunt
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 would drop
Now that I'm on lock, 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.