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

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

May God protect my soul, walk with me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so
The fo'-fo' is 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, shoot dice, hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for

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

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

I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis
never tell me no, the most they said is "Not here"
I got they ears studded, wrists baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a 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, fuck hoes, for

This is for my dice shooters, cats doin'
By the time I get this 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 is big pimpin'? See the flow different
I heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em

I rappers talkin' 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 the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold
Who click is to La Costra Nostra?
"The Roc"

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