Luyện nghe bài hát Dog In Heat

Gimme funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme
Funk.. sho' that
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 broad 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
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, that ass
I getcha, and high and duct tape that ass fast
leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all fucked up, 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
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your

When you come from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we make love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna a ride
When you with me oh so right, them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't miss
Uhh uhh.. this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna a ride

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

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

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

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