Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Candy

This for all y'all dat tru to the g-zame.
From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to 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, like I do.

I hits the block non stop, in my sock
Pause for a second when I see the
Rocks of candy, whatever you call it
But when I get you hooked, like a muthafuckin alcoholic
I ? ? ? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster
Candy I have move em like ? ? ?
Knick knack paddy whack, 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 cut, cause I boast bigger cream
And them fiends come back cause they me,
I open up shop, open up cause I got candy

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

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

i

p]
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 keep a for the drought,
But the shit I daily in plastic out my mouth
My use code names,
Like l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big
I take chances to make a livin,
Every 1st of the month, is thanksgiving
Fiends hug me like they me
Hoes see me in my car, and wanna be with me
I get my candy from by the keys
it in boats and trains back to new orleans
And up shop like mr. rogers,
But mo hits than the dodgers
And fiends holla "ungh!" it's all good
From the triple beam, to the neighborhood
And when you sellin trust nobody
Cause even snitched on john gotti
stay tru to the g-zame,
Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope
And go to the fedz on ya folks
Cause punks get fucked the soap

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