Luyện nghe bài hát I Got Candy

This for all y'all dat tru to the g-zame.
From p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice
up and turn 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 wanna
If you it, too, just like I do.

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

Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes in your head,
Mo b. dick: you and turn in yo bed
I only sell the best to you,
Mo b. indeed I do!
put I'm the reason 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 money to get
Cause as long as a with dream, I got cream
Money moves everything around me, kn'what I
as a ? ? ? with a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and parlour
On some thangs, watch all them hoes follow
My money stacks and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay
And niggaz can't stand me
Got this ho said she wanna suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause 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 grass
Cause I'm a stay hustlin till fuckin 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, to get with me
I keep a for the drought,
But the shit I sling daily in plastic out my
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 thanksgiving
hug me like they miss me
Hoes see me in my car, and wanna be with me
I get my candy california by the keys
Ship it in and trains back to new orleans
And open up like mr. rogers,
But sell mo hits than the
And holla "ungh!" cause it's all good
the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood
And you sellin candy trust nobody
Cause niggaz even on john gotti
stay tru to the g-zame,
Never front on candy in the dope game
And never go to the fedz on ya
Cause punks get with the soap

iii:
Mo b. dick: I got real good 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. cocaine, he-roin, that fire ass weed
Values and boulders, just tell me what you baby. oh!
candy, candy!