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 niggaz in the Dirty South, Mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L dem bones
All thugs that send slugs through your 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 see you brok-er
I hope the stroke ya, the misery is over
All my deep smokers, I the leaf choke ya
Hope you'll never be I'ma toast to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' 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 like a field, you won't get me
I brought folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the

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 honeys that slide down the poles
All my chicks who grade is 4.0
All the baby mamas the globe, aiyyo

I like my women 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 toes proper, I like they clothes Prada
I like shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg they thought I knew Snoopy

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

This is for my shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin'
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 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 same
You see I'm so thorough, on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo'
Keep the Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is closest to La Costra
"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, hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, dice, fuck hoes, for life