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 at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten so you see it wide
If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to (beat it)
She can crawl in the with 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, shake ass
I getcha, drunk and and duct tape 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 ain't got Missy and
want me to the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check

When you come home from work, I'm gon' you do more work
Pour some in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna a ride
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 love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, take a ride

repeat 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 sleep for

You on the layin 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' in the trenches
SLIDE, take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE no other one
can on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you

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

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