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 back, I'd give up all you hoes
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you

[Verse 1:
HoodyBaby really, rich
pull up with the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin'' rollin' the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
Black and bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
ain't have shit to do with this
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the
Juice man, 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. my number's 36
Diamonds crip on my chest
a package right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a
You be Bobby Brown, new edition

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off your bitch, she change her number
Run into bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
Made to a whore and changed my number
Pull up on a like I'm Columbus
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma need a
Wake up night and go to LIV
A back at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I her phone back and let her film
Free will like the
She thick, waist real 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 keep it in the field
I ain't Money no more
And I put some 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 some strippers on the
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas some gifts
That's how it is, is, is
trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, lit
Dedication
on six wheels
They in they feelin's, how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no bills
I'm sippin' that Evander
This is that overkill
My mud colder than Field
In love, but all these is weird
These hair triggers, I grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you seen the light hit my grill?
I stand there and smile in the
Snap my fingers, dollars
Out of nowhere and I do L's
And I married the mob when I was twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm readin'
I don't 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my next
Airplane mode, no I'ma a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
Chains it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded 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 it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes call me
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look thot suey
Told the straight I'm taken
the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took some diamonds out her old
Put 'em on the in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a slanger
One time, I'm a born slanger
Draco a volcano
You can fuck around and get your star
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look very good, good
It ain't all about the
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb
We everywhere the Marriott
sprayed like Malaria
Hit head like a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll 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 give up all of hoes