Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck like
On the back of his head, S.P.M.
down with me, like four flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and jaguars
Try to make it rich, bricks
My girl's name was cocaine, that's a bitch
Was my first love, I will admit
dope fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do rappers know, how it really go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My homie's either dead or in the kitchen crack
Boys wanna' stare, it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my grow?
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 so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily

[VERSE 2:
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' 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 rocked wit' a glock fulla' lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to the same pain
I'm stuck in game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my tape bang
The coop stay swangin' through the two-way lanes
So come creep wit' me, let me you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, coast
What the deal baby, this is real life
This is what it feels like, when you in the trill
This is it still like, still fly the kite to Los
I''d to welcome y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

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

[VERSE 3:
stay strong, stronger then they thought
I made 'em so sick when I 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, will 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 necklace in my momma's
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole in one blunt
So many enemies, for no good
they mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends I would drop dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still take it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

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