Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

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

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

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Mill]
Sometimes I 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 Tweety
From the jects to the burbs, I you could meet me now
But you died he was even round
But I set him straight though, who he be around
And he sticks with the kids where they really soccer
When he couldâve a nigga on the corner with a chopper
You the one that me how to hold my hands before they got you
So Iâmma hard for the fam until they pop us, till they rock us
You ainât get to meet my son Papi
Heâs three now, and he be asking where his is
You see now, they talk us down, see my fam
Now see the brand new and the brand new houses
Know you see these new friends, acting brand new, smiling
And I just got brand new bills, brand new problems
And my old homie told on me, damn you wyling
And that you talk from jail donât scare nobody
Cause you told, you now
And you know, nigga walk with your head
RIP

[Outro: Scott]
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,