Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

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

[Hook: Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my
I my dawgs
And killed my little nigga
Man I that I was there when that 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

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

Meek 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, ever get that call
So Iâm out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting pop off

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

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