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
HoodyBaby up with the clique (hello)
crippin'' rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a bumpin' Nip
Black and bitches on my stick
and yellow, treat 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 pasta with the
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 walkin' on my
Sent a right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some
Yeah we politic, but fuck a
You be Bobby Brown, new edition

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off your bitch, she change her number
Run another bitch and fumble
Money more than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
Made love to a whore and my number
Pull up on a boat I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, I'ma a muzzle
up Sunday 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
will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist lil
real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it clear
0 to 100 to a
From nothin' to to a big deal
Got to keep it in the field
I Cash Money no more
And I put carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some on my bitch's fist
Put carats in my bitch's ears
I came money, let's go
And my goes out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, take a
Flew 'em back to Vegas with gifts
just how it is, is, is
Ain't if you got it, nigga rich
I like satan, nigga lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
They in they feelin's, fuck how feel
Coke in the car, man no more bills
I'm sippin' Evander Holyseal
This is that codeine
My mud colder than Field
In love, but all these is weird
These hair triggers, I might grow a
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you ever seen the hit my grill?
I there and smile in the mirror
my fingers, dollars appear
Out of and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was like
Turned out well, like Tom and
Ain't readin' 'cause I'm readin' checks
I text 'cause that is finger sex
I'm turnin' off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no I'ma a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains rock it, can't see the
Pockets crowded like the set
I drop it off and Ms. Cita that
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this just like it's healthy
Who it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours
Call me Tune, the hoes call me
Rockin' Louis while the pot
With a Chinese bitch that look like thot
Told the hoes I'm taken
Told the gay hoes I'm
Took some diamonds out her old
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a born slanger, a slanger
One more time, I'm a slanger
like a volcano
You can fuck around and get your star
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look very good, good
It ain't all the werewolf
It's all about what the wolf
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry
We like the Marriott
Shots sprayed like
Hit your like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the
Hold up my dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my dawg back, I'd up all of these hoes