Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys with me, like four flat tires
Got and 'Lac's and candy jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My girl's name was cocaine, a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I admit
Watchin' dope fiends for half a cigarette
Do these know, how it really go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My either dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
wanna' stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my grow?
I it don't stop, even though they try
45 years, in this a homicide

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And pack so
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And pack so

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's probably
these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla'
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't be the next one to suffer the same pain
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to change
'Cuz whoever says I wanna see lead fly
The bullets done by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape
The caddy coop stay swangin' the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll
Out the dirty, throwed
What the deal like baby, this is real
is what it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d like to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P.

SPM]
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so

[VERSE 3:
I'ma stay strong, stronger then thought
I 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd apart, if I couldn't spark
South Park, 20's 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 diamond in my momma's fridge
But all the jealousy me drugged up
I try to a fuckin' whole ounce in one blunt
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
some car friends wishin' I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't it
Homie, I'm the of this shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so