Luyện nghe bài hát SPM Diaries (Chopped & Screwed)

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

Crease in my pants as I dance the devil
I to ride a bike that only had one pedal
No nike kicks, than a bitch
I comin' up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma it like a script at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I stupid, never have been
They up they ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating life they kids and they wifes
They wishing I would die as my lil' girl
Always knew that these hoes be coming for me
But my comeback's be something to see
I can't a hoe, on a tv show
That say I'm hispanic latino
Bitch you a mexican, say shit
Why the fuck is you scared to represent

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

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

I told you once, I eat you motherfuckers for
I pull more stunts Knievel, bring it in by the tons
I got guns, Homie I got
I heard you had some heat too, but not
I'm the pusha, run 'em Alaskan huskys
And smoke the finest, right by the trust SKS
Bring it to chest
You know 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 you've ever known
Soy el de Houston con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, Houston Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su homie Flores
Juan Gotti bring dolores y casa de
Y Fiero, en este juego, huevos
Mi y ocho, ya no te quiero
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa y dile que te respete
Cuando tengo jales en muchas partes
Te doy y cuetes que son cuates
mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otra
Fumando me Rolando Mota

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