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

All the haters eat a dick wanna see you brok-er
I hope the 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 get me, spiralin' 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 fo'-fo' is like a force field, you 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, 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 takin' off clothes
All money makin' honeys that slide down the poles
All my educated chicks who is 4.0
All the baby across the globe, aiyyo

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

I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my dedicated
They tell me no, the most 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, dice, fuck 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 in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, lappin' up
Who is big pimpin'? See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth 'em

I keep rappers 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 your borough
Be so careful I the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the flow Hovah, icy neck, cold
Who is closest to La Costra Nostra?
"The Roc"

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