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 piss in the parkin
it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her inside
by the spare, she hungry feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, nigga
My shotgun with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape ass fast
leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all fucked up, one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the and run
I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in of your son
If you ain't got Missy and
me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check

When you come home work, I'm gon' make 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 them boys not
Say you witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a

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

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

[Method
Yo yo I wanna BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it the pussy talk back 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
where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your puffin
Smellin that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm to call Doc
We can all up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
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 bumpin out your

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