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

All the haters eat a dick wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat ya, the misery 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 walk me
First do the sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a field, you won't get me
I brought some folk with me, 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life

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

I my women 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 toes proper, I like they clothes Prada
I like shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew

I cop Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the most 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, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life

This is for my dice shooters, doin' life
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, they up
Who shit is big See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth 'em

I keep talkin' 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 whistle from the fo'-fo'
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold
Who click is closest to La Costra
"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, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for