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

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

Chorus ii: got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you and turn in yo bed
Cause I only sell the to you,
Mo b. indeed I do!
put I'm the reason why
Silkk:
you get high,
Mo b. real 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 ho, I gots money to get
Cause as as a fiend with dream, I got cream
Money moves around me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ? ? ? with a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and
On some gold thangs, watch all them follow
My makes stacks and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I to pay bills
And these can't 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 gon come with, $3 what they 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 up like grass
Cause I'm a stay hustlin till they can me bitch,
Because monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I got

i

p]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke cause I'm a drug deala
I sell candy on the block fool, to make my 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 sling daily in out my mouth
My homies use names,
Like l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big
I penetentiary chances to make a livin,
1st of the month, is like thanksgiving
Fiends hug me they miss me
see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me
I get my candy from by the keys
Ship it in and trains back to new orleans
And open up shop mr. rogers,
But mo hits than the dodgers
And fiends holla "ungh!" cause all good
From the triple beam, to the neighborhood
And when you candy trust nobody
Cause even snitched on john gotti
stay 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 the soap

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