Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

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

[Hook: Meek Mill & Da Fool]
I my dawgs
I miss my
And they killed my nigga
Man I wish that I was when 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 Drugz in his own
killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own
I don't know if niggas gone clap for me or going to me
Still living lavish and they still wonder why I act
All these guns and
Still murder these niggas that want to have it
Before have me miss my sonâs football practice
Fuck yâall niggas that Lil Snupe
And when we run into yâall niggas we gone kill too
I still pray every young nigga feel coupe
Cause young feel like me, I feel like you
Fifty shades of grey, to do me like Freddie
I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas Iâm
riding round with my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
I got in the cut, my nigga Coon be so heavy
We got to make it home tonight
So fuck the law, we brought the chrome
Cause the cops save you, you alone tonight
So tell a nigga am I wrong or right

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

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da
I my dawgs
I miss my
And they my little 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 with my niggas, and we sliding, letting pop off

[Verse 2: 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 Tweety
From the jects to the burbs, I you could meet me now
But you died before he was round
But I set him though, look who he be around
And he sticks with the kids where they really play
When he couldâve been a nigga on the with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to my hands before they got you
So fight hard 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 asking where his is
You see now, talk us down, see my fam shopping
Now see the brand new Benz and the new houses
Know you see brand new friends, acting brand new, smiling
And I just got brand new bills, brand new problems
And my old homie on me, like damn you wyling
And shit you talk from jail donât scare nobody
you told, you dead now
And you know, nigga walk 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,