Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

[Chorus:
That's my dog for
my dawg
We up in the Rolls
Me and my (Me and my dawg)
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you
To get all my back, I'd give up all you hoes

[Verse 1:
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby pull up the clique (hello)
Hoody rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a bumpin' Nip
Black and yellow on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college park I'm Tit
I want pasta with the shrimp
That have shit to do with this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
Juice man, 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. know my 36
crip walkin' on my chest
Sent a package right to
I heard boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but a politician
You be Bobby Brown, new edition

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off with your bitch, she her number
Run into another bitch and
Money talkin' more Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
Made love to a and changed my number
Pull up on a boat I'm Columbus
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, need a muzzle
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib tryna
A in the back, I let her swim
I give her phone back and let her
Free will the goodwill
She real thick, waist lil
Weed real bright, it teal
real white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a
From to somethin' to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some on my bitch's fist
Put some carats in my ears
I came fast money, go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, it real
I just met strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas some gifts
just how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga
I feel satan, nigga lit
Dedication
G-Wagon on six
They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas
in the car, man it's no more bills
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
This is that overkill
My mud colder than Field
In love, but all hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I might a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you ever seen the hit my grill?
I stand there and smile in the
Snap my fingers, dollars
Out of and I don't do L's
And I the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, like Tom and
Ain't readin' 'cause I'm readin' checks
I don't text that is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
Chains it, can't see the neck
crowded like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita
Whip milky, I'ma sip
I sip this shit just like healthy
Who spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be missed
Sincerely, yeah yours truly
Call me Tune, the call me Tunechi
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look like suey
Told the hoes I'm taken
Told the gay I'm vacant
some diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a born
One more time, I'm a slanger
like a volcano
You can fuck around and get your spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look good, good very
It ain't all about the
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Bomb
We everywhere the Marriott
Shots sprayed Malaria
Hit head like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the
up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these