Luyện nghe bài hát Cats And Dogs

1
Uhuh, I need a gangster
N*gga I ain't lyin, Im talkin I fuck
She scream you silence
No domestic (violence)
domestic diamonds
So ice you out
So when you slidin the pole
Doin your Magic thing
Yo neck and glow
Im dreamin, she a stripper, she a classy girl
Goin off that Patron, she my nasty
First name, Rachael, last name
You to Nas, girls, Queens my second home
You know... we can it up
Weekend in Cannes, we comin to America
...She love that Gucci, been to ATL
But she love Gucci
Brrr! She me how to cook cage
And I taught her how to crack
And I it on her back
Now me where they do that

2
I put her on a
She she better stay down
and die like my Bentley
Man this bitch never break down
She my bustin baby, you should see her a tre pound
Roc-A-Fella so much, she won't even call me Jay now
She my weedman, like she my wingman
Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that weed
Love is for a season, 365
And the game and Dogs, keep your bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo, when the 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 wack ass
Bitch please! Im a fan and Kobe thats my n*gga
Keep my grass cut so I can see the snake slith her
Shit, came out of no where like Khloe and
got a n*gga thinkin maybe Im.

3
I let her the Range on our first date
She the one to put me on that Drake mixtape
"I wanna be successful baby"
you out the Hudson jeans and redress you baby
We can walk down Rodaeo, around, you on Melrose
Fly to New in the winter and try on some Timbos
Or we can hit Beach, fuck with Ross and Timbo
The world is cherry pond, and we can slice it up like
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 right? And you my bitch (Yea.)
Even if they lock me up, she gon get them brakes
And when we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit
And zip my and she gon put her lips there
The of a perfect bitch
You hold them down even if its.