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

All the haters eat a dick they see you brok-er
I hope the heat ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I the leaf choke ya
you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a
So pissy, swervin' on the road

May God protect my soul, walk with me
First do the sickly, niggaz 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, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for

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

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

I cop Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated
They never tell me no, the they said is "Not here"
I got ears studded, both 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, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for

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

I rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo'
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, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for
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