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

All the haters eat a dick wanna see you brok-er
I hope the stroke ya, the misery is over
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, spiralin' into a
So pissy, swervin' on the road

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 some folk with me, is loc'n with me
the fuck?

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

I like my friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" Eminem, shit
I like em bow-legged, coke-headed
a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I they clothes Prada
I like they Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few
I got em iceberg shit they I knew Snoopy

I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my dedicated
They never tell me no, the most they is "Not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists
I got a chick, a mistress, and a young 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, hoes, for life

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

I rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
mention my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on whole borough
Be so careful I hear the from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is to La Costra Nostra?
"The Roc"

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