Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

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

[Verse 1:
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the (hello)
Hoody rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a bumpin' Nip
Black and bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
Hustle in like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta the shrimp
That ain't have 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 right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all qualiticians
we politic, but fuck a politician
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off with your bitch, she her number
Run another bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Bryant
Too much shit on my mind, I a plumber
Made love to a whore and my number
up on a boat like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, I'ma a muzzle
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib tryna
A pool in the back, I let her
I give her back and let her film
Free like the goodwill
She real thick, real lil
real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it look
0 to 100 to a
nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to keep it in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put some on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's
Put some in my bitch's ears
I fast money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, it real
I met some 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 if you got it, nigga rich
I feel satan, nigga lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
They in feelin's, fuck how niggas feel
in the car, man it's no more bills
I'm that Evander Holyseal
is that codeine overkill
My mud colder than Soldier
In love, but all these hoes is
These hair triggers, I might grow a
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you over here
Have you ever seen the light hit my
I stand there and smile in the
my fingers, dollars appear
Out of and I don't do L's
And I married the mob I was like twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't texts 'cause I'm readin' checks
I text 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer
mode, no I'ma need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded the Beatles set
I it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip
I sip this shit just it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be missed
Sincerely, yeah it's truly
Call me Tune, the hoes me Tunechi
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that like thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm
the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took some out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a slanger
One more time, I'm a born
like a volcano
You can fuck around and get star spangled
Barbaric, yeah bitch starin'
I look very good, very
It ain't all about the
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb
We like the Marriott
Shots sprayed like
Hit head like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put on the road
Hold up my dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of hoes