Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the of his head, S.P.M. tatted
Boys down with me, 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 love, that I will admit
Watchin' dope fiends for half a cigarette
Do these know, how it really go
Or are they another fake on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my hair
I know it don't stop, even though try
45 years, in this a homicide

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

2: COAST]
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, I'm dead
Man, it's best
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 just see lead fly
The done sped by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the street, my screw tape bang
The caddy coop stay through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me show you the ropes I frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the like baby, this is real life
This is 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 of S.P. bro'

[CHORUS:
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily

[VERSE 3:
I'ma stay strong, stronger they thought
I made 'em so sick I bought it off the lot
But I'd apart, if I couldn't spark
South Park, slap 20's on my Ark
Money ain't a thing, never will I it
Guess that's why the Lord 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 stuff a fuckin' whole ounce in one
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

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