Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

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

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

1: Meek 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 and automatics
Still gonna these niggas that want to have it
Before they have me miss my sonâs football
Fuck yâall niggas that killed Lil
And when we run into yâall niggas we 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 like
I pray to god, my chopper, tell them niggas Iâm ready
Iâm riding round my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
I got Dean in the cut, my nigga be so heavy
We got to make it home tonight
So fuck the law, we brought the tonight
Cause the cops wonât save you, you alone
So tell a young nigga am I or right

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da
I miss my
I miss my
And they killed my little
Man I wish that I was there when that shit 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 they killed my little
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, letting pop off

[Verse 2: Meek
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 round
From the jects to the burbs, I you could meet me now
But you before he was even round
But I set him straight though, look who he be
And he sticks with the kids where really play soccer
When he couldâve been a on the corner with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to hold my before they got you
So Iâmma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till 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 new Benz 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, like damn you
And that shit you talk from jail donât nobody
Cause you told, you now
And you know, walk 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,