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 in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones
All them thugs send slugs 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 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 sober toast to myself
I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin' into a
So pissy, swervin' on the dizzy

May God protect my soul, angels with me
do the flow 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

This is for my chicks get dough 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 friends
I like my hoes on "X" Eminem, shit
I like em bow-legged, never
a dough fetish, the drive to go get it
I they 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 shit they 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 ears studded, both baguetted
I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young
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, shoot dice, hoes, for life

This is for my shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you alright
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, lappin' up
Who shit is big pimpin'? See the different
I drop heavy then I let the flip 'em

I rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
mention my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle 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, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for