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 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 knees
by the spare, she hungry I'll her fries
I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass
Then leave you on your daddy front (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 right in front of son
If you ain't got and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for 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 make love 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.. this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna a ride

[Chorus: 2X]
I love it boy when you play this
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, the cops layin low
When you let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. I got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE, take a ride
Baby come me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and me wanna 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
it when 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 fuckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah
Hands where your Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in party puffin
Smellin that Wu-Tang production
Cousin to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm bout to Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick 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 body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you love me
I'm gonna make you don't stop
But you must first his lady
You must respect lady