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 turn it candy.
Mo b. oh!

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

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

Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo roll in your head,
Mo b. you toss and turn in yo bed
Cause I sell the best 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. dick: I do!
for you

I'm sittin on the post, game with this bitch,
I see ya later ho, I gots to get
Cause as long as a with dream, I got cream
Money moves everything around me, I mean?
Cause as a ? ? ? a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and parlour
On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes
My money stacks and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I to pay bills
And these niggaz stand me
Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be tricks,
$3 they 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
I'm a stay hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch,
Because monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I got

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Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke weed I'm a drug deala
I sell candy on the block fool, to make my 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 sling daily in 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 they me
Hoes see me rollin in my car, and be with me
I get my candy from by the keys
Ship it in boats and back to new orleans
And open up shop mr. rogers,
But mo hits than the dodgers
And fiends "ungh!" cause it's all good
From the triple beam, to the neighborhood
And when you sellin candy trust
niggaz even snitched on john gotti
Niggaz tru to the g-zame,
front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game
And go to the fedz on ya folks
punks get fucked with the soap

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