Luyện nghe bài hát Cats And Dogs

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

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

3
I let her drive the Range on our first
She the first one to put me on that mixtape
"I just be successful baby"
Take you out the Hudson and redress you baby
We can down Rodaeo, turn around, you on Melrose
Fly to New York in the 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 cook the rock, I break it
I wrap it up, you weigh pounds
I make the car, you the car
We can drive it out of
Im your nigga right? And you my (Yea.)
Even if they lock me up, she gon get brakes there
And we get tired, we hit the truck stop and sit there
And zip my and she gon put her lips there
The memoirs of a bitch
You gotta hold them even if its.