Luyện nghe bài hát Hoggin' and Doggin'

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

Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the capo
5 star general, Luciano
Yo my check's too fat, the banks cash it
Gimmie ten days, meanwhile i got
Country to country I live in
No ashy elbows, pedicured
Sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar
Am I in Acapulco or Vallaca?
outta pineapple, actin a fool
Step out my balcony and check out my
Im lookin new, i get menages crunk
Lucky look cleaner then Monk
Open up my and you in the Galleria
Im the shit homeboy call me Lucky
in diamonds, get a load of this wrist
Just to 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 father betta ask yo
I practice Karate like the boy Norris
I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the dem eatin my porridge?"
I'm still Ralph Lauren and I'm still Mike
I'm still commin down Orem just the foreign
borin or simple, man I'm really excitin
I got to clubs and be fightin, i be kickin and
I might poke ya eye out, i dont fight that
I fought a dudde with some braids, and started his hair
But my boys back me up and leave nobody
I'm "Why ya'll jump in man I almost had'em"
And they was like "Los he was yo ass"
I was letting him get tierd, man you messed up my
Anyway, I'mma write a about it and tell
All my fans that I beat him up all by

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I might Chalupa, that's Mexican Bingo
Peace to my up in Coffield and Beto
My take diesel, dejame explico
If I hit the pen walk around a pico
I used to slang cincos, chilled on
Dickies look aint got no wrinkles
Shoot like when he hit 12 footaz
I be pulling hoes like a kid pick
You can see my when I dip guacamole
Got all white pit like Jolie
I put red dots on 9 glocks
Might make you think you got chicken pox
Got rims like a spida, to the lighta
It's ya boy Low, I'mma not a fighta
with my china, phone off ringa
I know you hear the hook, nigga my lil prima

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I'm at Dope smoked out, Baby Bash loc'd out
tracks with Charlie Brown when he broke out
He out his C.O., did it on the D-lo
Went to see his wife and his and his hijo
The game is so frio, now he tippin
he gotta be right back before the lights is on
But it's all gravity, learn tragedy
to let you know how cold them batches be
Cause when it to the jealous man it get messy
I fuck around and gotta into some Joe Peci
I pimp the ouy ya mama and ya loved ones
Sell dog to ya uncles and ya cousins
And that you won't say nada
Radio or not, man you still 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...