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 up all you hoes

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, rich
pull up with the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin'' with the six
Now I'm in a bumpin' Nip
Black and yellow on my stick
Black and yellow, me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
That ain't have to do with this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
man, screamin' 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. know my 36
Diamonds crip walkin' on my
Sent a right to Bouldercrest
I your boy sippin Quali, y'all 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 than Bryant
Too much on my mind, I need a plumber
Made love to a whore and my number
Pull up on a boat like I'm
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma need a
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 phone back and let her
Free will the goodwill
She thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it teal
Coke real white, it clear
0 to 100 to a
nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put some carats on my bitch's
Put some on my bitch's fist
Put carats in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it
I just met some on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
'em back to Vegas with some gifts
That's 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, how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no bills
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
This is codeine overkill
My mud colder Soldier Field
In love, but all these hoes is
These hair triggers, I might a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right here
Have you ever the light hit my grill?
I stand there and smile in the
Snap my fingers, appear
Out of nowhere and I do L's
And I the mob when I was like twelve
out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin'
I don't text 'cause that is sex
I'm turnin' off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains it, can't see the neck
crowded like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. that
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours
Call me Tune, the call me Tunechi
Rockin' while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that like thot suey
Told the straight I'm taken
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 slanger
One more time, I'm a born
like a volcano
You can around and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look good, good very
It ain't all about the
all about what the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, a Cherry Bomb
We like the Marriott
sprayed like Malaria
Hit your head like a
For my dawg, I'll kill you and 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 these