Luyện nghe bài hát Dog In Heat

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

Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the
Fuck your whips at the we piss in the parkin lanes
it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can in the trunk with her knees inside
by the spare, she I'll feed her fries
I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall
Applaud bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and tape that ass fast
Then leave you on your daddy lawn (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 fuck in front of your son
If you got Missy and Meth
want me to the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check

When you come home work, I'm gon' make you do more work
some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a
you with me oh so right, tell them boys 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, take a ride

[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 me sleep for weeks

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

[Method
Yo yo I gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
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 your Stove Top be stuffin
catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin that Wu-Tang production
tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, your feet up
Saturday Night, who got the
the flavor, of indonesia
Puff give type procedures
and this bumpin out your speakers

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