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 niggaz down in Houston on candy
All my in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggaz in the throwin' dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs through clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the chocha
Spanish cats with the of cocoa

All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you
I the heat stroke ya, the misery is over
All my smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll be sober I'ma toast to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a
So pissy, swervin' on the dizzy

May God protect my soul, walk with me
do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you get me
I brought some folk me, Brooklyn 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, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for

This is for my that get dough for takin' off they clothes
All them money makin' honeys that slide down the
All my educated who grade is 4.0
All the baby mamas the globe, aiyyo

I my women friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" Eminem, shit
I like em bow-legged, never
With a dough fetish, the to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes
I like shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they I knew Snoopy

I cop Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They tell me no, the most 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life

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

I keep rappers to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and lames in the 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 to La Costra Nostra?
"The Roc"

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