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 down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggaz in the South, Miami Mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L dem bones
All them thugs that send through your clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the chocha
Spanish with 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 deep smokers, I the leaf choke ya
you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin' on the dizzy

May God protect my soul, angels walk me
First do the sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you get me
I brought folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the

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 chicks that get dough for takin' off clothes
All them money makin' that slide down the poles
All my educated who grade is 4.0
All the baby mamas across the globe,

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

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

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 in the truck?
Too to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Who shit is big 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 whistle from the barrel
Keep the Hovah, icy neck, cold 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for