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

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

Chorus ii: got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and 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. real high!
And you know I got that for you
Mo b. dick: 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 as a fiend with dream, I got cream
Money moves around me, kn'what I mean?
Cause as a ? ? ? with a dolla, I'm on a drop and parlour
On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes
My money makes stacks and real
I keep my cash, taj, I can't chill, I gots to pay bills
And niggaz can't stand me
Got this ho that said she suck my dick for candy
Gotta watch out for these fiends cause they be runnin tricks,
$3 what they gon come with, $3 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 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 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 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 like they 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 back to new orleans
And open up like mr. rogers,
But sell mo hits the dodgers
And fiends holla "ungh!" cause it's all
From the beam, straight to the neighborhood
And when you sellin candy trust
niggaz even snitched on john gotti
Niggaz tru to the g-zame,
front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game
And go to the fedz on ya folks
Cause punks get with the soap

Chorus
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. dick: cocaine, he-roin, fire ass weed
Values and boulders, just tell me what you baby. oh!
candy, candy!