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
is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint
All my in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones
All them that send slugs through your clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet
Spanish cats with the of cocoa

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

May God my soul, angels walk with me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so
The is like a force field, you won't get me
I brought some folk me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the

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

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

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

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

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

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