Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

[Chorus:
my dog for sure
That's my
We pullin' up in the
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

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby up with the clique (hello)
crippin'' rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
Black and bitches on my stick
and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college like I'm Tit
I want turkey with the shrimp
That have shit to do with this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
man, screamin' 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. my number's 36
Diamonds crip on my chest
a package right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some
we politic, but fuck a politician
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she change her
Run into another bitch and
Money talkin' than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
Made love to a whore and changed my
Pull up on a like I'm Columbus
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma need a
Wake up night and go to LIV
A bitch at the crib tryna live
A in the back, I let her swim
I her phone back and let her film
Free will the goodwill
She thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it look
Coke real white, it look
0 to 100 to a
From nothin' to somethin' to a big
Got to it trill in the field
I Cash Money no more
And I put some carats on my bitch's
Put some carats on my fist
Put some carats in my bitch's
I fast money, let's go
And my heart out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with gifts
just how it is, is, is
Ain't if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, lit
Dedication
on six wheels
They in they feelin's, fuck how feel
Coke in the car, man it's no more
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
is that codeine overkill
My mud than Soldier Field
In love, but all hoes is weird
hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you ever seen the light hit my
I stand and smile in the mirror
Snap my fingers, appear
Out of and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was twelve
out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin'
I don't text that is finger sex
I'm turnin' off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains rock it, can't see the
Pockets crowded the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this shit just like it's
Who it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be missed
Sincerely, it's yours truly
me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis the pot brewin'
With a Chinese that look like thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm
Told the gay 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
Draco a volcano
You can fuck around and get your star
Barbaric, your bitch starin'
I look very good, very
It ain't all the werewolf
It's all about what the wearin'
You a popped cherry, a Cherry Bomb
We like the Marriott
Shots sprayed like
Hit your head like a
For my dawg, I'll you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put on the road
Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a
But to get my dawg back, I'd up all of these hoes