Luyện nghe bài hát Cats And Dogs

1
Uhuh, I need a bitch
N*gga I ain't lyin, Im when I fuck
She you need silence
No domestic (violence)
Just diamonds
So ice you out
So you slidin down the pole
Doin your 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, last Jones
You to Nas, girls, Queens my second home
You know... we can it up
Weekend in Cannes, then we comin to
...She love that Gucci, never to ATL
But she that Gucci
Brrr! She taught me how to cage
And I taught her how to cook
And I chopped it on her
Now tell me they do that

2
I put her on a
She know she 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 even call me Jay now
She my weedman, like she my wingman
Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on weed damn
is for a season, haters 365
And the game Cats and Dogs, your bitch by your side
Got a Lambo, when the rain start to pour
Not the rain outside, talkin the rain
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 thats my n*gga
Keep my cut so I can see when the snake slith her
Shit, out of no where like Khloe and Lamar
got a n*gga thinkin maybe Im.

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