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

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

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

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

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

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

I cop Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most 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 dice shooters, cats doin'
By the time I get kite to ya, I hope you doin' alright
Who got 'em up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Who shit is big pimpin'? See the different
I drop heavy I let the four-fifth flip 'em

I keep rappers to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole
Be so careful I hear the from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold
Who click is closest to La 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