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

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

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

2: COAST]
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, probably best
'Cause these days, Mexican's 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 pain
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change
whoever says I just wanna see led fly
The done sped by, now that's where your head lies
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape
The caddy stay swangin' through the 2-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal like baby, this is real
This is it feels 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 PARK
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 strong, stronger then they thought
I 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't
South Park, slap on my Noah's 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, spent it on my
I put a necklace in my mama's fridge
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to a fuckin' whole ounce in 1 blunt
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad 'cause I make the look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With car friends wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they can't take it
Homey, I'm the king of shit, man face it.

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