Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Candy

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

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

I hits the block non stop, in my sock
Pause for a second I see the cops
Rocks of candy, whatever you call it
But when I get you hooked, like a muthafuckin alcoholic
I stay ? ? ? around like a poster, watch fiends follow a toaster
Candy I have em fast like ? ? ?
Knick knack whack, give a fiend a fast sack
9 times outta 10, tell 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 them come back cause they understand me,
I open up shop, open up cause I got candy

Chorus ii: got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and in yo bed
Cause I sell the best to you,
Mo b. indeed I do!
Simply put I'm the why
why?
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 game this bitch,
I see ya later ho, I money to get
Cause as long as a fiend dream, I got cream
moves everything around me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ? ? ? a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and parlour
On some thangs, watch all them hoes follow
My money makes stacks and deals
I my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay bills
And these niggaz stand me
Got this ho said she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these 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), yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit up machetti, chop the shit up like 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 I'm a drug deala
I candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla
7 for $2.50,
Got niggaz in the on hold, tryin to get with me
I keep a for the drought,
But the shit I 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 rollin in my car, and wanna be me
I get my candy from by the keys
Ship it in boats and trains to new orleans
And open up shop 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 candy nobody
Cause niggaz snitched on john gotti
Niggaz 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 that real cocaine (cocaine) each and
Every day, all real tru soldiers, on these streets I 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 you need baby. oh!
candy, candy!