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 in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L dem bones
All them thugs send slugs through your clothes, holla at me
for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha
Spanish with the ki's of cocoa

All the eat a dick 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, into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin' on the road

May God protect my soul, angels with me
First do the flow sickly, is so shifty
The is like a force field, you won't 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 they
All them money makin' that slide down the poles
All my educated chicks who is 4.0
All the baby mamas across the globe,

I my women friends feminine
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem,
I em bow-legged, never coke-headed
With a dough fetish, the to go get it
I like they toes proper, I like they clothes
I like they 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 mamis
They never tell me no, the they said is "Not here"
I got they ears studded, 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 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 chicks in the
Too much to sit comfortably, lappin' up
Who shit is big See the flow different
I drop then 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 borough
Be so careful I the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel
Keep the Hovah, icy neck, cold shoulder
Who click is to La Costra 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, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for
You know, we ride, all day, all
Pop Crist, shoot dice, hoes, for life