Luyện nghe bài hát Dog In Heat

Gimme funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo that
Funk.. nuff that
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 fuckin she don't need to (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call
My shotgun talk 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 fucked up, 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 ain't got and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, your check

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

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

You on the block layin low, the cops layin low
When you done let me know my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' in the trenches
SLIDE, let's 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.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna gangsta with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy 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 fuckin wit
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at thuggin
where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang
Cousin tried to tell me come a dime a dozen
And it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy 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, 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 speakers

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