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 piss in the parkin
Blow it up ten so you see it wide
If your broad ain't fuckin she need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees
by the spare, she hungry I'll her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call
My shotgun talk a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct that ass fast
Then leave you on your front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all fucked up, one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the and run
I'm a dog, I fuck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, your check

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

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

You on the block layin low, from the layin low
you done 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 give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and me wanna stay the night
mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, won't you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna gangsta with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) 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 thuggin
Hands 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 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 it was the spot
Somebody roll the up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of
puff give type procedures
and this joint out your speakers

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