Luyện nghe bài hát Hoggin' and Doggin'

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We we we
We and we doggin
We and we crawlin
time to do you all in
fa sho

Hold up I'm too throwed, I'm the young
5 star general, Luciano
Yo my check's too fat, the can't cash it
Gimmie ten days, i got plastic
Country to I live in hotels
No ashy elbows, toenails
on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas
Am I in or Puerto Vallaca?
outta pineapple, actin a fool
Step out my balcony and out my view
Im lookin new, i get menages crunk
Lucky look cleaner then Andre
Open up my and you in the Galleria
Im the shit call me Lucky Diarrhea
Covered in diamonds, get a load of wrist
Just to show out and stunt, I'm the Dope Prince

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I'm kinda than lava, I got a dog that slobba
I might be yo betta ask yo mama
I Karate like the boy Chuck Norris
I'm Papa Bear I'm like "Who the dem eatin my porridge?"
I'm still Ralph Lauren and I'm Mike Jordan
I'm still commin down Orem floorin the foreign
borin or simple, man I'm really excitin
I got to clubs and be fightin, i be kickin and
I might ya eye out, i dont fight that fair
I fought a dudde some braids, and started pullin his hair
But my boys me up and leave nobody standin
I'm like "Why ya'll in man I almost had'em"
And they was "Los he was beatin yo ass"
I was him get tierd, man you messed up my plans
Anyway, I'mma a song about it and tell
All my fans I beat him up all by myself--haha

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

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

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