Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

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

1: Meek Mill]
They killed Chinx Drugz in his own
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 these niggas that want to have it
Before they me miss my sonâs football practice
Fuck yâall niggas killed Lil Snupe
And when we run into yâall we gone kill yâall too
I still pray every young feel that coupe
Cause young niggas like me, I feel like you
Fifty of grey, want to do me like Freddie
I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas Iâm
Iâm riding round my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
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 save you, you alone tonight
So tell a young am I wrong or right

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

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da
I my dawgs
I miss my
And killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was when that 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

[Verse 2: Mill]
I miss my dad, I wish he could see me now
Rolls Royce, he wouldnât me now
The way I took my mom out the hood, got Tweety
From the to the burbs, I wish 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 been a nigga on the with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to hold my hands before got you
So Iâmma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, they rock us
You even get to meet my son Papi
Heâs three now, and he be asking his grandpop is
You see now, talk us down, see my fam shopping
Now see the brand new Benz and the new houses
Know you see these brand new friends, acting brand new,
And I just got new bills, thatâs brand new problems
And my old homie on me, like damn you wyling
And that shit you from jail donât scare nobody
you told, you dead now
And you know, nigga walk your head down
RIP

Travi$ 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,