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 Dirty South, Miami
All my niggaz in the throwin' dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs your clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, chicks with the sweet chocha
cats with the ki's of cocoa

All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you
I hope the heat ya, the misery is over
All my smokers, I hope 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, walk with me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so
The is like a force field, you won't get me
I brought folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the

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

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

I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my dedicated
They tell me no, the most they said is "Not here"
I got ears studded, both wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young
it I'm the don

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

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

I keep talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life