Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

[Chorus:
my dog for sure
That's my
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 dawgs back, I'd give up all you

[Verse 1:
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby pull up the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin'' 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 Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey with the shrimp
That ain't 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 walkin' on my
Sent a package right to
I heard boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but a politician
You be smokin' Brown, new edition

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off with bitch, she change her number
Run into bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Bryant
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
Made love to a and changed my number
Pull up on a boat like I'm
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma a muzzle
Wake up night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I her phone back and let her film
Free will the goodwill
She thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it teal
Coke real white, it look
0 to 100 to a
From nothin' to somethin' to a big
Got to keep it trill in the
I Cash Money no more
And I put carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some on my bitch's fist
Put some in my bitch's ears
I came money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, it real
I just met some strippers on the
Flew 'em to Miami, take a
Flew 'em to Vegas with 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, how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no more
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
This is codeine overkill
My mud colder than Field
In love, but all these hoes is
These hair triggers, I might a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you seen the light hit my grill?
I there and smile in the mirror
Snap my fingers, dollars
Out of nowhere and I do L's
And I the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, like Tom and
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin'
I don't text 'cause is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my next
mode, no I'ma need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the set
I it off and gave Ms. Cita that
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this shit just it's healthy
Who spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis the pot brewin'
a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey
Told the straight I'm taken
Told the gay hoes I'm
Took diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a slanger, a born 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, good
It ain't all the werewolf
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, a Cherry Bomb
We everywhere the Marriott
Shots sprayed Malaria
Hit your head a Triceratops
For my dawg, kill you and your 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 up all of these hoes