Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

[Hook: Meek Mill & Da Fool]
I miss my
I my dawgs
And they my little nigga
Man I wish I was there 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

[Hook: Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my
I my dawgs
And killed my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there that shit popped off
And who wouldâve thought, Iâd ever get 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 don't know if niggas clap for me or going to kill me
Still living and they still wonder why I act savage
All guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that want to it
Before they me miss my sonâs football practice
Fuck yâall niggas that killed Lil
And when we run into yâall we gone kill yâall too
I still pray young nigga feel that coupe
Cause young niggas feel like me, I feel you
Fifty shades of grey, want to do me like
I to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas Iâm ready
Iâm riding with my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
I got Dean in the cut, my nigga be so heavy
We got to make it back tonight
So fuck the law, we the chrome 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 wouldâve thought, Iâd ever get that
So Iâm out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting pop off

Meek Mill & Strap Da Fool]
I my dawgs
I my dawgs
And they my little nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that shit off
And who wouldâve thought, Iâd get that call
So Iâm out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting 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 took my mom out the hood, got Tweety
From the jects to the burbs, I wish you could 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 they really soccer
When he couldâve been a on the corner with a chopper
You the one that taught me how to hold my hands 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 where his grandpop is
You see now, they talk us down, see my fam
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, thatâs new problems
And my old homie on me, like damn you wyling
And that you talk from jail donât scare nobody
Cause you told, you 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,