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
your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it
If your broad ain't she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk her knees inside
by the spare, she I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, nigga
My talk with a lecture hall scripture
{*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass
Then leave you on daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the and run
I'm a dog, shit I right in front of your son
If you got Missy and Meth
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
Pour some wine in the cup, sip 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.. cause this love right here is on (fire)
SLIDE, take a ride

repeat 2X]
I love it boy you play 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 sleep for

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

[Method
Yo yo I wanna BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back 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 smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be
Never Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a
And it come around I'll beat 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 your up
Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of
Puff puff give type
and this joint bumpin out speakers

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