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

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

repeat 2X]
I it boy when you play this song
wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin a dog in heat
Hey put it down make me sleep for weeks

You on the block low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. I got yo' mind 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 me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my
SLIDE, baby won't you

[Method
Yo yo I wanna BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk thanks to dick
All my (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah
Hands your Stove Top be stuffin
Never Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like Wu-Tang production
Cousin to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm 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 bumpin out your speakers

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