Luyện nghe bài hát Cats And Dogs

1
Uhuh, I need a bitch
N*gga I lyin, Im talkin when I fuck
She scream you need
No violence (violence)
Just domestic
So ice you out
So when you slidin down the
Doin your Magic thing
Yo neck and wrist
Im dreamin, she a stripper, she a classy girl
off that Patron, she my nasty girl
First name, Rachael, last Jones
You to Nas, girls, Queens my second home
You know... we can it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we to America
...She love that Gucci, been to ATL
But she love Gucci
Brrr! She taught me how to cage
And I her how to cook crack
And I chopped it on her
Now me where they do that

2
I put her on a
She know she better down
Ride and die my Bentley
Man this will never break down
She my bustin baby, you see her bust 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 Woods on that weed damn
Love is for a season, 365
And the Cats and Dogs, keep your bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo, the rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin the indoors
Her girlfriend told her, that I was with a stripper
Told her I was courtside, watchin the ass Clippers
Bitch please! Im a Laker fan and thats my n*gga
my grass cut so I can see when the snake slith her
Shit, came out of no like Khloe and Lamar
Kinda got a n*gga thinkin Im.

3
I let her the Range on our first date
She the first one to put me on that mixtape
"I wanna be successful baby"
Take you out the Hudson jeans and redress you
We can down Rodaeo, turn around, you on Melrose
Fly to New York in the winter and try on Timbos
Or we can hit South Beach, with Ross and Timbo
The is cherry pond, and we can slice it up like Kimbo
You the rock, I break it down
I wrap it up, you them pounds
I make the car, you the car
We can drive it out of
Im your nigga And you my bitch (Yea.)
Even if they lock me up, she gon get them there
And we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there
And zip my 501's and she gon put her there
The of a perfect bitch
You gotta hold them down if its.