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

[VERSE 1: SOUTH PARK
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 & candy
Try to it rich, breakin' bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a crazy
Was my first love, that I will
Watchin' dope fiends for half a cigarette
Do these rappers know how it go?
Or are they another fake on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homey's either dead or in the kitchen cookin'
Boys stare, take it to the square hoe.
Should I ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I it don't stop, even though they try
45 years, in like a homicide.

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

[VERSE 2:
The world has got me on
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, I'm dead
Man, it's probably
'Cause these days, innocent get locked in the 'feds
Or rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or of the death?
Now I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same
I'm stuck in same game, I to change things
'Cause whoever I just wanna see led fly
The bullets done by, now that's where your head lies
I be cruzin' down the street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the 2-way
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll
Out the dirty, coast
the deal like baby, this is real life
This is what it feels like, you in the trill life
This is what it still like, still fly the to Los
Id like to y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'.

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

3: SOUTH PARK MEXICAN]
I'm a stay strong, stronger they thought
I made 'em so sick I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I spark
South Park, slap 20's on my Ark
Money ain't a thing, never I love it
Guess why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, 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 in 1 blunt
So many enemies, for no reason
Guess they mad 'cause I make the dough look
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car wishin' I would drop dead
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.