Luyện nghe bài hát Snoopy Track

Uhh, ha, uhh, ha
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh,
for my hustlers, uh-huh
And for the bitches,

Yo, yo
This is for my down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggaz in the South, Miami Mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs your clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the of cocoa

All the haters eat a they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober toast to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a
So pissy, swervin' on the road

May God protect my soul, angels walk me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so
The is like a force field, you won't get me
I brought some folk with me, is loc'n with me
What the

You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, dice, fuck hoes, for life

This is for my chicks that get for takin' off they clothes
All them money honeys that slide down the poles
All my educated chicks who is 4.0
All the baby mamas across the globe,

I like my friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem,
I like em bow-legged, coke-headed
a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new
I a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em shit they thought I knew Snoopy

I cop Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the they said is "Not here"
I got they studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
it I'm the don

You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for

This is for my dice shooters, doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you alright
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they up
Who shit is big pimpin'? See the different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth 'em

I keep talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the barrel
Keep the Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra
"The Roc"

You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, dice, fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, dice, fuck hoes, for life