Luyện nghe bài hát SPM Diaries (Chopped & Screwed)

Whats the deal man, we in this camp
I'm this right here off the shot of ? my boy Flaco gave me you heard..

Crease in my pants as I dance the devil
I used to ride a bike only had one pedal
No kicks, broke than a bitch
I started up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma flip it like a at the ?
my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic
Nah, I ain't stupid, never have
They locked up they ? now all laughin'
life with they kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my lil' cries
Always knew that these would be coming for me
But my gone be something to see
I stand a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm around latino
Bitch you a mexican, say shit
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

[Chorus
Everytime the blows I reach for my heat
to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol Pete
I'm from the South East but got for the North
And these are the diaries that SPM wrote

Mr. SP can you spare a few
To write on my mind and record a few tapes and
It's the creepin' in my Batman boat
My money tripled the chin on a fatman throat
But haters could they hate yo voice I was kinda
You know I always be the House spinal cord
I just been chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw
And also how a haters body in one suitcase

I told you once, I eat you for lunch
I pull stunts than Knievel, bring it in by the tons
I got guns, Homie I got
I heard you had heat too, but not much
I'm the pusha, run 'em Alaskan huskys
And still smoke the finest, by the trust SKS
Bring it to your
You should by know, I don't aim for the legs

Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a
I'ma run a something by ya
In the battlefield is nothing like you've known
Soy el pelon de Houston con fe y
Estereo, en serio, hasta Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su homie Low-G
Juan bring dolores y casa de millones
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
Puro AK-47, ya
Tu vas pa tras y dile que te
Cuando sales tengo jales en muchas
Te doy coca y que son cuates
Como mi ruka, juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Mota

Every time the wind blows I reach for my
And these are the diaries that SPM wrote
And these are just the diaries that SPM
And these are just the diaries that SPM