Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Candy

This for all niggaz dat tru to the g-zame.
From master p and the tru click. it's time to hook ya ice
Cream up and it into candy.
Mo b. oh!

i: I got candy!
Mo b. I can serve you on the block
Cocaine, cream, or rock, it over fiend
I got candy!
Mo b. dick: I know
If you feel it, too, just I do.

I hits the non stop, rocks in my sock
Pause for a when I see the cops
Rocks of candy, you wanna call it
But when I get you hooked, like a muthafuckin alcoholic
I stay ? ? ? around like a poster, fiends follow like a toaster
Candy I have move em like ? ? ?
Knick paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack
9 times outta 10, he'll his friends and they'll be right back
Whole a niggaz, and just one fiend
They come to me for less cut, cause I bigger cream
And fiends come back cause they understand me,
I up shop, open up shop cause I got candy

Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in head,
Mo b. dick: you and turn in yo bed
Cause I only sell the to you,
Mo b. dick: I do!
put I'm the reason why
Silkk:
you get high,
Mo b. real high!
And you I got that crack for you
Mo b. indeed I do!
for you

I'm sittin on the post, game with this bitch,
I see ya ho, I gots money to get
Cause as long as a fiend with dream, I got
moves everything around me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ? ? ? with a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and
On some thangs, watch all them hoes follow
My money stacks and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay
And these niggaz can't me
Got this ho that said she wanna suck my for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up grass
Cause I'm a stay hustlin till fuckin can me bitch,
Because monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I got

i

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Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke weed cause I'm a drug
I sell on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla
7 for $2.50,
Got niggaz in the hood on hold, to get with me
I a stash for the drought,
But the shit I sling in plastic out my mouth
My homies use names,
Like l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big
I take penetentiary to make a livin,
Every 1st of the month, is like
Fiends hug me like miss me
Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be me
I get my candy california by the keys
Ship it in boats and trains to new orleans
And up shop like mr. rogers,
But sell mo hits the dodgers
And fiends "ungh!" cause it's all good
From the triple beam, straight to the
And when you sellin candy nobody
niggaz even snitched on john gotti
Niggaz tru to the g-zame,
front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game
And never go to the fedz on ya
Cause punks get with the soap

Chorus
Mo b. dick: I got that good cocaine (cocaine) each and
Every day, all real tru soldiers, on these I gotta get my pay.
My so tight, so good, so good, yeah!
Mo b. dick: cocaine, he-roin, that fire ass
Values and boulders, just tell me you need baby. oh!
candy, candy!