Luyện nghe bài hát Dog In Heat

Gimme funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme
Funk.. sho' nuff
Funk..

Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the
Fuck whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, nigga
My shotgun talk a lecture hall scripture
Applaud bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and and duct tape that ass fast
Then you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the and run
I'm a dog, I fuck right in front of your son
If you got Missy and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, your check

When you come home from work, I'm gon' you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a
When you with me oh so right, tell boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna
Uhh uhh.. cause this right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a

[Chorus: 2X]
I love it boy when you this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be me on
You me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me for weeks

You on the block low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the
SLIDE, let's take a
Baby give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my
SLIDE, won't you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna gangsta with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we fuckin wit y'all
I'm not smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where Stove Top be stuffin
catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang
Cousin tried to me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down percussion
Missy and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the
Somebody roll the weed up, the car lighter, kick your feet up
Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of
puff give type procedures
and this joint out your speakers

I'm gonna take you to the top
and let body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really me
I'm gonna make you don't stop
But you must respect his lady
You must this lady