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 to hook 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. I wanna know
If you feel it, too, like I do.

I hits the non stop, rocks in my sock
Pause for a second I see the cops
Rocks of candy, you wanna call it
But when I get you hooked, it's like a muthafuckin
I stay ? ? ? around like a poster, watch follow like a toaster
I have move em fast like ? ? ?
Knick knack whack, give a fiend a fast sack
9 outta 10, he'll tell his friends 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 up shop, open up shop cause I got candy

ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. you toss and turn in yo bed
Cause I only the best to you,
Mo b. dick: I do!
put I'm the reason why
Silkk:
you get high,
Mo b. dick: high!
And you know I got that for you
Mo b. indeed I do!
for you

I'm sittin on the post, choppin game with bitch,
I see ya later ho, I gots to get
Cause as long as a with dream, I got cream
Money moves around me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ? ? ? a dolla, I'm sittin on a drop and parlour
On some gold thangs, watch all hoes follow
My money makes stacks and deals
I my cash, nigga taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay bills
And these niggaz stand me
Got this ho that said she wanna my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 what gon get
I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in taj (taj)
Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the up like grass
Cause I'm a hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch,
Because monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, I got

i

p]
Uuuunnnngggghhhh! I smoke weed cause I'm a deala
I sell candy on the block fool, to make my scrilla
7 for $2.50,
Got in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me
I keep a for the drought,
But the shit I sling daily in out my mouth
My use code names,
l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mann
I penetentiary chances to make a livin,
Every 1st of the month, is like
hug me like they miss me
Hoes see me rollin in my car, and be with me
I get my candy from california by the
Ship it in boats and trains to new orleans
And open up shop mr. rogers,
But mo hits than the dodgers
And fiends "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
Niggaz tru to the g-zame,
Never front on muthafuckin in the dope game
And never go to the fedz on ya
Cause get fucked with the soap

iii:
Mo b. dick: I got real good cocaine (cocaine) each and
day, all real 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
Values and boulders, just tell me you need baby. oh!
candy, candy!