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 niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami
All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin' dem
All them thugs that send through your clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the chocha
Spanish with the ki's of cocoa

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

May God my soul, angels walk with me
First do the flow sickly, is so shifty
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 that get dough for takin' off they clothes
All them money makin' honeys that down the poles
All my educated who grade is 4.0
All the mamas across the globe, aiyyo

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

I cop Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They tell me no, the most they said is "Not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a 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, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for

This is for my shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you alright
Who got 'em up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they up
Who shit is big See the flow 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 lames in the same
You see I'm so thorough, take on your borough
Be so I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
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, hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, dice, fuck hoes, for life