Luyện nghe bài hát Hoggin' and Doggin'

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We we we
We hoggin and we
We and we crawlin
It's to do you all in
fa sho

Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the young
5 general, Lucky Luciano
Yo my check's too fat, the banks can't it
ten days, meanwhile i got plastic
Country to country I in hotels
No ashy elbows, pedicured
Sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto
Sippin pineapple, actin a fool
Step out my balcony and check out my
Im lookin new, i get menages crunk
look cleaner then Andre Monk
Open up my and you in the Galleria
Im the shit call me Lucky Diarrhea
Covered in diamonds, get a load of this
to show out and stunt, I'm the Dope House Prince

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I'm hotta than lava, I got a dog that slobba
I might be yo betta ask yo mama
I practice like the boy Chuck Norris
I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the dem eatin my porridge?"
I'm Ralph Lauren and I'm still Mike Jordan
I'm still commin Orem just floorin the foreign
Never or simple, man I'm really excitin
I got to clubs and be fightin, i be and bitin
I might ya eye out, i dont fight that fair
I fought a dudde some braids, and started pullin his hair
But my boys back me up and leave standin
I'm like "Why ya'll jump in man I had'em"
And they was "Los he was beatin yo ass"
I was letting him get tierd, man you up my plans
Anyway, I'mma write a about it and tell
All my that I beat him up all by myself--haha

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I might Chalupa, that's Mexican Bingo
Peace to my boys up in Coffield and
My Benz take diesel, dejame
If I hit the pen walk with a pico
I to slang cincos, chilled on Domingos
Dickies look young got no wrinkles
Shoot like Ming he hit 12 footaz
I be pulling like a kid pick boogaz
You can see my Rolly when I dip
Got all white pit like Angelina
I put red dots on 9 milla
make you think that you got chicken pox
Got rims like a spida, weed to the
It's ya boy Low, killa not a fighta
Roll my china, phone off ringa
I know you the hook, nigga that's my lil prima

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I'm at Dope smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out
Doin with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He chocked out his C.O., did it on the
to see his wife and his daughter and his hijo
The is so frio, now he tippin Styrofoam
said he gotta be right back the lights is on
But it's all gravity, from tragedy
Just to let you know how them batches be
Cause it comes to the jealous man it get messy
I fuck around and gotta turn into some Joe
I the blood ouy ya mama and ya loved ones
Sell dog to ya uncles and ya cousins
And guaranteed that you say nada
Radio or not, man you don't want no brrr--aaa,brrr--aa
And that's the really really realest I ever spoken
get it twisted mayne, Dope House is still open

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and we crawlin, time to do you all in...