Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Candy

This for all y'all dat tru to the g-zame.
master p and the whole 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. I wanna 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, it's a muthafuckin alcoholic
I stay ? ? ? around a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster
I have move em fast like ? ? ?
Knick knack paddy whack, a fiend a fast sack
9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right
bunch a niggaz, and just one fiend
They come to me for less cut, cause I boast bigger
And fiends come back cause they understand me,
I open up shop, up shop cause I got candy

ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you and turn in yo bed
Cause I only 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. dick: I do!
for you

I'm sittin on the post, choppin with this bitch,
I see ya later ho, I gots 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 sittin on a and parlour
On some thangs, watch all them hoes follow
My money makes stacks and real
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I chill, I gots to pay bills
And these niggaz stand me
Got ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what gon get
I the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like
Cause I'm a stay hustlin till they can me bitch,
Because monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I got

i

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

iii:
Mo b. dick: I got real 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 ass weed
Values and boulders, tell me what you need baby. oh!
candy, candy!