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

All the haters eat a dick wanna see you brok-er
I hope the stroke ya, the misery is over
All my smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to
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 flow sickly, is so shifty
The is like a force field, you won't get me
I brought some with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
the fuck?

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

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 mamas across the globe,

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

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

This is for my shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin'
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the in the truck?
Too to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Who is big pimpin'? See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth 'em

I keep rappers talkin' to kids, "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle 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