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
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 over fiend
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 I get you hooked, it's like a muthafuckin alcoholic
I stay ? ? ? around like a poster, watch fiends follow a toaster
Candy I have em fast like ? ? ?
Knick knack paddy whack, a fiend a fast sack
9 times 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back
Whole bunch a niggaz, and just one
They come to me for cut, cause I boast bigger cream
And them fiends come back cause understand me,
I open up shop, open up cause I got candy

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

I'm on the post, choppin 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 ? ? ? 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 keep my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay
And these can't stand me
Got this ho that said she wanna suck my for candy
Gotta watch out for these dope fiends they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 they 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 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 hood on hold, to get with me
I keep a for the drought,
But the shit I sling in plastic out my mouth
My homies use names,
l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mann
I take penetentiary to make a livin,
1st of the month, is like thanksgiving
Fiends hug me like miss 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 trains back to new
And open up shop mr. rogers,
But sell mo hits the dodgers
And fiends holla "ungh!" cause it's all
From the triple beam, to the neighborhood
And when you candy trust nobody
Cause niggaz even snitched on john
stay tru to the g-zame,
Never front on muthafuckin candy in the game
And never go to the on ya folks
Cause punks get fucked with the

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