Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

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

[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 with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

1: Meek Mill]
They killed Chinx in his own city
They killed Lil in his own city
why I don't be in my own city
I know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me
Still living lavish and still wonder why I act savage
All these guns and
Still gonna murder niggas that want to have it
Before they me miss my sonâs football practice
Fuck yâall niggas that Lil Snupe
And we run into yâall niggas we gone kill yâall too
I still pray every young feel that 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 niggas Iâm ready
Iâm riding round with my squad, it's 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 wonât you, you alone tonight
So tell a nigga am I wrong or right

[Hook: Mill & Strap 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 that
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 my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when 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

2: Meek Mill]
Sometimes I miss my dad, I wish he see me now
Royce, he wouldnât believe me now
The way I my mom out the hood, got Tweety round
From the to the burbs, I wish you could meet me now
But you died before he was round
But I set him straight though, look who he be
And he sticks with the kids where really play soccer
When he couldâve a nigga 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 get to meet my son Papi
Heâs three now, and he be asking his grandpop 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 brand new friends, brand new, smiling
And I just got brand new bills, thatâs new problems
And my old homie told on me, damn you wyling
And shit you talk from jail donât scare nobody
Cause you told, you now
And you know, nigga walk with your head
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,