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 the clique (hello)
Hoody rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
Black and yellow on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, tweakin' for my
Hit her college like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
That ain't have shit to do this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
Juice man, 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. my number's 36
Diamonds crip on my chest
Sent a package to Bouldercrest
I heard boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a
You be Bobby Brown, new edition

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she her number
Run into bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more 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
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, need a muzzle
Wake up night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib live
A in the back, I let her swim
I give her back and let her film
will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist lil
Weed bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it clear
0 to 100 to a
From nothin' to somethin' to a big
Got to keep it in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my fist
Put some in my bitch's ears
I came money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, it real
I met some strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, take a
Flew 'em back to Vegas with some
just how it is, is, is
Ain't if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas
Coke in the car, man it's no more
I'm sippin' Evander Holyseal
This is that codeine
My mud colder Soldier Field
In love, but all hoes is weird
hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you seen the light hit my grill?
I stand and smile in the mirror
my fingers, dollars appear
Out of and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was like
out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin'
I don't text 'cause that is sex
Then I'm off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
Chains rock it, see the neck
Pockets crowded the Beatles set
I drop it off and Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip
I sip this just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours
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
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 born
One more time, I'm a born
Draco like a
You can fuck around and get your star
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look good, good very
It all about the werewolf
It's all about what the wearin'
You a popped cherry, a Cherry Bomb
We everywhere like the
Shots like Malaria
Hit head like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put on the road
Hold up my female dawg, she to put on a show
But to get my back, I'd give up all of these hoes