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

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

May God my soul, angels 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 some with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the

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

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

I like my women friends
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem,
I em bow-legged, never coke-headed
a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they Prada
I like they Gucci, I like 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
They tell me no, the most they said is "Not here"
I got they ears studded, both 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, cats doin'
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 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 talkin' to kids, "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and lames in the same
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo'
Keep the Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder
Who is closest to La Costra Nostra?
"The Roc"

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