Luyện nghe bài hát Cats And Dogs

1
Uhuh, I a gangster bitch
N*gga I ain't lyin, Im talkin I fuck
She scream you need
No violence (violence)
Just domestic
So ice you out
So when you down the pole
Doin your Magic thing
Yo neck and wrist
Im dreamin, she a stripper, she a classy girl
Goin off Patron, she my nasty girl
First name, Rachael, name Jones
You related to Nas, girls, Queens my home
You know... we can it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we to America
...She that Gucci, never been to ATL
But she that Gucci
Brrr! She taught me how to cook
And I taught her how to crack
And I chopped it on her
Now tell me where they do

2
I put her on a
She she better stay down
Ride and die like my
Man this bitch will never down
She my bustin baby, you should see her a tre pound
Love Roc-A-Fella so much, she won't even me Jay now
She my weedman, like she my wingman
Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that damn
is for a season, haters 365
And the game Cats and Dogs, keep bitch by your side
Got a Lambo, when the rain start to pour
Not the outside, talkin the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told her, that I was creepin with a
Told her I was courtside, watchin the ass Clippers
Bitch please! Im a Laker fan and Kobe my n*gga
my grass cut so I can see when the snake slith her
Shit, out of no where like Khloe and Lamar
Kinda got a n*gga maybe Im.

3
I let her the Range on our first date
She the first one to put me on Drake mixtape
"I just be successful baby"
Take you out the Hudson jeans and redress you
We can walk down Rodaeo, around, you on Melrose
Fly to New in the winter and try on some Timbos
Or we can hit South Beach, fuck Ross and Timbo
The world is cherry pond, and we can slice it up Kimbo
You the rock, I break it down
I wrap it up, you them pounds
I the car, you start the car
We can it out of town
Im your right? And you my bitch (Yea.)
if they lock me up, she gon get them brakes there
And when we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit
And zip my 501's and she gon put her there
The memoirs of a bitch
You gotta them down even if its.