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 dawgs back, I'd give up all you

[Verse 1:
really, really rich
HoodyBaby up with the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin'' with 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, tweakin' for my
Hit her college like I'm Tit
I want turkey with the shrimp
That ain't have shit to do with
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the
man, screamin' 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. my number's 36
Diamonds walkin' on my chest
Sent a package right to
I heard your boy sippin Quali, some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but a politician
You be Bobby Brown, new edition

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she change her
Run into another and fumble
Money talkin' more Bryant Gumbel
Too shit on my mind, I need a plumber
Made to a whore and changed my number
Pull up on a boat I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, need a muzzle
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I give her back and let her film
will like the goodwill
She real thick, real 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 Cash Money 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 came fast money, go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it
I met some strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
Flew 'em to Vegas with some gifts
just how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga
I like satan, nigga lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no bills
I'm sippin' that Evander
This is that codeine
My mud colder 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 here
Have you ever the light hit my grill?
I stand there and in the mirror
my fingers, dollars appear
Out of nowhere and I do L's
And I the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm checks
I don't text that is finger sex
Then I'm off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
Chains it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip shit just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my bitch
Uber, Uber; be missed dearly
Sincerely, it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the call me Tunechi
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm
the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took diamonds 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 like a
You can fuck and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your starin'
I very good, good very
It ain't all the werewolf
It's all what the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a 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 another on the
up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of hoes