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 dawgs back, I'd give up all you
To get all my back, I'd give up all you hoes

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, rich
pull up with the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin'' rollin' the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
and yellow bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, for my dick
Hit her college like I'm Tit
I want pasta with the shrimp
That ain't have shit to do this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
Juice man, 32
man, screamin' 32
O.J. know my 36
Diamonds crip on my chest
Sent a right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but a politician
You be smokin' Brown, new edition

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she her number
Run into bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Gumbel
Too shit on my mind, I need a plumber
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 at the crib tryna live
A in the back, I let her swim
I her phone back and let her film
Free will like the
She real thick, waist lil
Weed bright, it look teal
Coke white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a
From to somethin' to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I Cash Money 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 fast money, go
And my heart out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some on the strip
'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with gifts
That's how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga
I feel satan, nigga lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas
Coke in the car, man it's no bills
I'm that Evander Holyseal
This is that overkill
My mud than Soldier Field
In love, but all these hoes is
These hair triggers, I 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 there and smile in the
Snap my fingers, appear
Out of and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts I'm readin' checks
I don't text 'cause that is sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains rock it, see the neck
Pockets crowded like the set
I it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip
I sip this just like it's healthy
Who it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis while the pot
With a Chinese bitch that look like suey
Told the straight I'm taken
Told the gay I'm vacant
Took some out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a slanger
Draco like a
You can around and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your starin'
I look good, 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 Malaria
Hit your head a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put on the road
up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these