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 it into candy.
Mo b. oh!

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

I hits the block non stop, rocks in my
Pause for a when I see the cops
Rocks of candy, you wanna call it
But when I get you hooked, it's like a alcoholic
I stay ? ? ? around like a poster, watch fiends like a toaster
Candy I have move em fast ? ? ?
Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast
9 times outta 10, he'll tell his and they'll be right back
Whole bunch a niggaz, and 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 cause I got

Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and 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 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
as long as a fiend with dream, I got cream
Money moves everything around me, kn'what I
Cause as a ? ? ? with a dolla, I'm on a drop and parlour
On some gold thangs, watch all hoes follow
My money makes and real deals
I keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I to pay bills
And these niggaz can't me
Got this ho that said she wanna suck my 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 block like a 7-11(7-11), yo door in like taj (taj)
Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like
Cause I'm a stay till they fuckin can me bitch,
Because monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I got

i

p]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke cause 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 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 california by the keys
Ship it in boats and trains to new orleans
And open up like mr. rogers,
But sell mo than the dodgers
And fiends holla "ungh!" cause all good
From the beam, straight to the neighborhood
And when you sellin candy trust
Cause niggaz even snitched on gotti
stay tru to the g-zame,
Never front on muthafuckin in the dope game
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 these streets I get my pay.
My so tight, so good, so good, yeah!
Mo b. dick: cocaine, he-roin, fire ass weed
Values and boulders, just tell me what you baby. oh!
candy, candy!