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

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

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

You on the block layin low, from the layin low
When you let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' in the trenches
SLIDE, let's a ride
Baby come give me some HEY ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the
mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at broads
You got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all
I'm not your lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party
Smellin like that Wu-Tang
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a a dozen
And when it around I'll beat it down like percussion
come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your up
Saturday Night, who got the
the flavor, of indonesia
Puff give type procedures
and joint bumpin out your speakers

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