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 Houston on candy
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 black culture, Spanish with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats the ki's of cocoa

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

May God protect my soul, walk with me
do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is a force field, you won't get me
I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is with me
the fuck?

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

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

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

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 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, fuck hoes, for

This is for my shooters, cats doin' 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 shit is big pimpin'? See the flow
I drop heavy I let the four-fifth flip 'em

I rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo'
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, shoulder
Who click is closest to La 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