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 down in Houston on candy paint
All my in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggaz in the throwin' dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs your clothes, holla at me
for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish with the ki's of cocoa

All the haters eat a they wanna see you brok-er
I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is
All my deep smokers, I hope the choke ya
Hope you'll be sober 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
First do the sickly, niggaz is so shifty
The fo'-fo' is a force 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, shoot dice, hoes, for life
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life

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

I my women friends feminine
I like my on "X" like Eminem, shit
I like em bow-legged, coke-headed
With a fetish, the drive to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes
I they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie
I a few groupies, in a few hoopties
I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew

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

This is for my dice shooters, cats doin'
By the time I get this kite to ya, I you doin' alright
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 heavy then I let the four-fifth 'em

I keep rappers talkin' to kids, "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't my name and lames in the same sentence
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 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life