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 niggaz in the South, Miami Mayne
All my in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones
All them thugs that send through your clothes, holla at me
It's for the culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
cats with the ki's of cocoa

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

May God protect my soul, walk with me
First do the flow sickly, is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you get me
I some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
the fuck?

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, fuck hoes, for

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

I like my women feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem,
I em bow-legged, never coke-headed
With a fetish, the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I they clothes Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I like new
I fucked a few groupies, in a few
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew

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, hoes, for life

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

I keep rappers talkin' to kids, "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the barrel
Keep the Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder
Who is closest to La Costra Nostra?
"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, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life