Luyện nghe bài hát Cats And Dogs

1
Uhuh, I need a bitch
N*gga I ain't lyin, Im talkin I fuck
She scream you need
No domestic (violence)
domestic diamonds
So ice you out
So you slidin down the pole
Doin your Magic City
Yo neck and wrist
Im dreamin, she ain't a stripper, she a girl
off that Patron, she my nasty girl
First name, Rachael, name 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, never to ATL
But she love Gucci
Brrr! She me how to cook cage
And I taught her how to cook
And I it on her back
Now me where they do that

2
I put her on a
She know she stay down
Ride and die like my
Man this will never break 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, she my wingman
Then we get high, play Tiger on that weed damn
Love is for a season, 365
And the game Cats and Dogs, keep bitch by your side
Got a hardtop Lambo, when the start to pour
Not the outside, talkin the rain indoors
Her girlfriend told her, I was creepin with a stripper
Told her I was courtside, watchin the wack ass
please! Im a Laker fan and Kobe thats my n*gga
Keep my grass cut so I can see when the snake her
Shit, came out of no where like and Lamar
Kinda got a n*gga thinkin Im.

3
I let her the Range on our first date
She the one to put me on that Drake mixtape
"I just be successful baby"
Take you out the jeans 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 South Beach, fuck with Ross and
The world is pond, and we can slice it up like Kimbo
You cook the rock, I it down
I wrap it up, you weigh pounds
I the car, you start the car
We can drive it out of
Im nigga 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 and sit there
And zip my and she gon put her lips there
The of a perfect bitch
You gotta them down even if its.