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 in the Dirty South, Miami Mayne
All my in the A-T-L throwin' dem bones
All them thugs that send slugs through clothes, holla at me
It's for the black culture, Spanish with the sweet chocha
Spanish cats with the 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 hope the choke ya
Hope you'll never be sober toast to myself
I hope the get me, spiralin' into a tizzy
So pissy, swervin' on the road

May God protect my soul, angels with me
First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so
The fo'-fo' is like a field, you won't get me
I brought some with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me
What the

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

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

I like my women friends
I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem,
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 they Gucci, I like new coochie
I fucked a few groupies, in a few
I got em iceberg shit thought I knew Snoopy

I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my dedicated
They never tell me no, the they said is "Not here"
I got they ears studded, both wrists
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, shoot dice, hoes, for life

This is for my dice shooters, cats doin'
By the time I get this to ya, I hope you doin' alright
Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the
Too much to sit comfortably, they up
Who shit is big pimpin'? See the flow
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth 'em

I keep talkin' to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" 'em
Don't mention my name and lames in the sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on whole borough
Be so careful I hear the whistle the fo'-fo' 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, 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, dice, fuck hoes, for life