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 Houston on paint
All my in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggaz in the throwin' dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs your 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 heat stroke ya, the misery is
All my deep smokers, I the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll be sober I'ma toast to myself
I the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin' on the dizzy

May God protect my soul, angels walk me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so
The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you get me
I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is 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, shoot dice, hoes, for life

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

I like my friends feminine
I my hoes on "X" like Eminem, shit
I em bow-legged, never coke-headed
a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
I they toes proper, I like they 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 never me no, the most they said is "Not here"
I got they ears studded, wrists baguetted
I got a chick, a mistress, and a young bitch
it I'm the don

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

This is for my shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get kite 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 heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em

I keep talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and lames in the sentence
You see I'm so thorough, on your whole 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, 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life