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

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, really
HoodyBaby pull up with the (hello)
Hoody rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a bumpin' Nip
Black and bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
in Atlanta like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, tweakin' for my
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey with the shrimp
That ain't have to do with this
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the
Juice man, 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. know my 36
Diamonds crip on my chest
Sent a package to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off with your bitch, she her number
Run another bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more Bryant Gumbel
Too much on my mind, I need a plumber
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
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A back at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I give her back and let her film
Free will like the
She real thick, waist lil
real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it clear
0 to 100 to a
From to somethin' to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I ain't Money no more
And I put some carats on my wrist
Put some carats on my fist
Put some in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it
I just met strippers on the strip
'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to with some gifts
That's how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga
I like satan, nigga lit
Dedication
on six wheels
They in they feelin's, how niggas feel
in the car, man it's no more bills
I'm sippin' that Evander
This is that codeine
My mud than Soldier Field
In love, but all these is weird
These hair triggers, I grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you ever the light hit my grill?
I stand there and smile in the
my fingers, dollars appear
Out of and I don't do L's
And I the mob when I was like twelve
out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't texts 'cause I'm readin' checks
I don't text 'cause is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer
Airplane mode, no I'ma a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle 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 spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours
Call me Tune, the hoes call me
Rockin' while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese that look like thot suey
the straight hoes I'm taken
Told the gay I'm vacant
Took some diamonds out her old
Put 'em on the in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a 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 good, good very
It ain't all about the
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, a Cherry Bomb
We like the Marriott
sprayed like Malaria
Hit your head a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put on the road
Hold up my dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd up all of these hoes