Luyện nghe bài hát Snoopy Track

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

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

All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you
I hope the heat stroke ya, the is over
All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf ya
Hope you'll never be sober I'ma to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin' on the dizzy

May God protect my soul, angels with me
do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you 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, fuck hoes, for

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

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 Prada
I like they shoes Gucci, I new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few
I got em shit they thought I knew Snoopy

I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my dedicated
never 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life

This is for my shooters, cats doin' life
By the I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin' alright
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the
Too much to sit comfortably, lappin' up
Who shit is big pimpin'? See the different
I drop heavy then I let the flip 'em

I keep rappers to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and lames in the same
You see I'm so thorough, take on your borough
Be so careful I hear the from 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, 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, shoot dice, hoes, for life