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

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

SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]
Creep me
S.P. So
& pull so
& so heavily.
wit' me
S.P. So
& pull so
& so heavily.

[VERSE 2:
The world has got me on
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, it's best
'Cause these days, Mexican's get locked 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 same game, I hustle to change
whoever says I just wanna see led fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where head lies
I be cruzin' down the street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay through the 2-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll
Out the dirty, throwed
What the deal like baby, 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
Id like to y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'.

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

3: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]
I'm a stay strong, then they thought
I made 'em so sick I bought it off the lot
But I'd apart, if I couldn't spark
Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money ain't a thing, never will I it
Guess 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 mama's
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to stuff a whole ounce in 1 blunt
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad 'cause I make the dough look
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I would drop
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't it
Homey, I'm the king of this shit, man it.

[CHORUS: SOUTH PARK
wit' me
S.P. So
& so fastily
& so heavily.
wit' me
S.P. So
& so fastily
& so heavily.