Luyện nghe bài hát Dog In Heat

Gimme funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo that
Funk.. nuff that
Funk..

Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the
Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the lanes
Blow it up ten so you see it wide
If your broad fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, nigga
My shotgun talk a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass
Then leave you on your daddy lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all fucked up, with one on
Get stomped on, I take the 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 Nigga, write your check

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

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

You on the block low, from the cops layin low
you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' in the trenches
SLIDE, take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my
SLIDE, baby you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA
it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all
I'm not your lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your puffin
like that 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 it was the spot
Somebody the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of
Puff give type procedures
and joint bumpin out your speakers

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