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 whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten so you see it wide
If your broad fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can in the trunk 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
{*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape ass fast
Then leave you on your front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in of your son
If you ain't got and Meth
want me to the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check

When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do work
Pour wine 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 them not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on (fire)
SLIDE, wanna a ride

[Chorus: 2X]
I love it boy when you this song
Dead wrong, you this record be turnin me on
You keep me like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me for weeks

You on the block layin low, from the layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' 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 make me wanna the night
mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna 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 ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't wit y'all
I'm not your lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where Stove Top be stuffin
Never Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to 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, kick your 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 body 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 respect lady