Luyện nghe bài hát SPM Diaries (Chopped & Screwed)

Whats the man, we back in this camp
I'm doing 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 that had one pedal
No nike kicks, broke than a
I started up sellin' fat ass nicks
I'ma flip it like a at the ?
Thats my new spot, 8 by 10
Nah, I ain't stupid, never have
They up they ? now they all laughin'
Celebrating with they kids and they wifes
They wishing I die as my lil' girl cries
Always that these hoes would 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

[Chorus
Everytime the wind blows I reach for my
Peace to Sam Boone and my homie Pistol
I'm the South East but got love for the North
And these are just the diaries that SPM

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 throat
But haters they hate yo voice I was kinda bored
You I always be the Dope House spinal cord
I just chillin', showin' boys how to wreck screw tapes
And also how a haters fits in one suitcase

I told you once, I eat you motherfuckers for
I more stunts than 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 like huskys
And still smoke the finest, by the trust SKS
it to your chest
You should by know, I don't aim for the legs

Everybody gather round the fire, blow like a
I'ma run a lil' by ya
In the battlefield is nothing like ever known
Soy el pelon de con fe y corazon
Estereo, en serio, hasta Mexico
Cortalo, vendelo, SPM
Vato es maton, con su homie Low-G
Juan Gotti bring dolores y casa de
Y Fiero, en juego, necesitas huevos
Mi treinta y ocho, ya no te
AK-47, ya vete
Tu vas pa y dile que te respete
sales tengo jales en muchas partes
Te doy coca y cuetes que son
mi ruka, maria juana, no hay otra
Fumando me llamo Mota

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