Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

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

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da
I miss my
I miss my
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 Iâm out here riding my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Verse 1: Meek
They killed Chinx in his own city
killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own
I don't know if gone clap for me or going to kill me
Still living lavish and still wonder why I act savage
All guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that want to it
they have me miss my sonâs football practice
Fuck yâall niggas killed Lil Snupe
And when we run yâall niggas we gone kill yâall too
I still pray every nigga feel that coupe
Cause niggas 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 Iâm ready
Iâm riding round with my squad, it's Pmon and
I got Dean in the cut, my Coon be so heavy
We got to make it back home
So fuck the law, we brought the tonight
Cause the cops wonât save you, you tonight
So a young nigga am I wrong or right

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

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

[Verse 2: Meek
Sometimes I miss my dad, I wish he see me now
Rolls Royce, he believe me now
The way I took my mom out the hood, got 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, who he be around
And he sticks with the kids where they play soccer
When he been a nigga on the corner with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to my hands before they got you
So Iâmma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till they us
You even get to meet my son Papi
three now, and he be asking where his grandpop is
You see now, talk us down, see my fam shopping
Now see the brand new and the brand new houses
Know you see these new friends, acting brand new, smiling
And I got brand new bills, thatâs brand new problems
And my old homie told on me, like you wyling
And that shit you talk jail donât scare nobody
Cause you told, you now
And you know, nigga walk with your down
RIP

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Fly high, so high, so long,
Fly high, so high, so long,
So high, so high, so long,