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 club we in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it
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
I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass
leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all up, with one pump on
Get on, I take the money 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 from work, I'm 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
When you with me oh so right, tell them not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna a ride

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

You on the block layin low, from the layin low
When you done let me know cause my 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 on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my
SLIDE, won't you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA
Love it when the 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 smooth lovin, see me at thuggin
where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me come a dime a dozen
And it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
come and get me, I'm bout to call 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
Brought the flavor, of
puff give type procedures
and this bumpin out your speakers

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