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
up and turn it into candy.
Mo b. oh!

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

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

Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in 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. dick: high!
And you I got that crack for you
Mo b. indeed I do!
for you

I'm on the post, choppin 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 me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ? ? ? with a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and
On gold 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 niggaz can't stand me
Got this ho that she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope cause they be runnin tricks,
$3 they gon come with, $3 what they gon get
I hold the like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the up like grass
Cause I'm a stay hustlin they fuckin can me bitch,
it's monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I got

i

p]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I weed cause I'm a drug deala
I sell on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla
7 for $2.50,
Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get me
I keep a 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 chances to make a livin,
Every 1st of the month, is like
Fiends hug me they miss me
Hoes see me rollin in my car, and be with me
I get my from california 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 holla "ungh!" cause it's all good
From the triple beam, to the neighborhood
And when you sellin trust nobody
Cause even 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 get fucked with the soap

iii:
Mo b. dick: I got that real good (cocaine) each and
Every day, all real tru soldiers, on 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, just tell me you need baby. oh!
candy, candy!