Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

[Hook: Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I my dawgs
I miss my
And they killed my little
Man I wish that I was there when shit popped off
And who thought, Iâd ever get that call
So Iâm out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting pop off

Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I my dawgs
I miss my
And killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when shit popped off
And who wouldâve thought, ever get that call
So Iâm out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting pop off

[Verse 1: Meek
They Chinx Drugz in his own city
They killed Lil Snupe in his own
why I don't be in my own city
I know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me
Still lavish and they still wonder why I act savage
All these guns and
Still gonna murder these niggas that want to it
Before have me miss my sonâs football practice
Fuck yâall niggas that killed Lil
And when we run into yâall we gone kill yâall too
I still pray young nigga feel that coupe
young niggas feel like me, I feel like you
Fifty of grey, want to do me like Freddie
I pray to god, load my chopper, tell niggas Iâm ready
Iâm round with my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
I got Dean in the cut, my nigga Coon be so
We got to make it home tonight
So fuck the law, we the chrome tonight
Cause the cops wonât save you, you tonight
So tell a young am I wrong or right

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da
I miss my
I miss my
And they my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit off
And who wouldâve thought, ever get that call
So Iâm out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting pop off

[Hook: Meek & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my
I my dawgs
And killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that popped off
And who wouldâve thought, Iâd ever get that
So Iâm out riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Verse 2: Mill]
I miss my dad, I wish he could see me now
Rolls Royce, he believe me now
The way I took my mom out the hood, got round
the jects to the burbs, I wish you could meet me now
But you died he was even round
But I set him straight though, look who he be
And he sticks the kids where they really play soccer
When he couldâve been a nigga on the with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to hold my hands they got you
So Iâmma hard for the fam until they pop us, till they rock us
You even get to meet my son Papi
Heâs three now, and he be asking his grandpop is
You see now, they us down, see my fam shopping
Now see the brand new and the brand new houses
Know you see these brand new friends, acting brand new,
And I just got brand new bills, thatâs brand new
And my old homie told on me, like you wyling
And shit you talk from jail donât scare nobody
Cause you told, you now
And you know, nigga walk with head down
RIP

[Outro: Travi$
Fly high, so high, fly high, so
Fly high, so high, so long,
Fly high, so high, so long,
So high, so high, so long,