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 back, I'd give up all you hoes

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the (hello)
Hoody crippin'' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
Black and bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, for my dick
Hit her college park I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
ain't have shit to do with this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
Juice man, 32
man, screamin' 32
O.J. know my 36
Diamonds walkin' on my chest
Sent a right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but a politician
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she change her
Run into another bitch and
Money talkin' than Bryant Gumbel
Too much on my mind, I need a plumber
Made love to a whore and my number
Pull up on a boat I'm Columbus
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma a muzzle
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib live
A pool in the back, I let her
I give her phone back and let her
Free will the goodwill
She real thick, waist lil
Weed real bright, it look
Coke real white, it look
0 to 100 to a
From to somethin' to a big deal
Got to keep it in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put some carats on my wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's
Put some in my bitch's ears
I came money, let's 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 Vegas some gifts
That's how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, rich
I feel 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' that Holyseal
is that codeine overkill
My mud colder Soldier Field
In love, but all hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I might grow a
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right here
Have you ever seen the 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 married the mob I was like twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm checks
I don't text 'cause that is sex
Then I'm turnin' off my next
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains rock it, can't see the
Pockets like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this shit like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my guilty?
Uber, Uber; be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours
Call me Tune, the hoes call me
Rockin' Louis the pot brewin'
With a Chinese that look like thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm
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 time, I'm a born slanger
like a volcano
You can fuck around and get your star
Barbaric, yeah bitch starin'
I look very good, very
It all about the werewolf
It's all about what the wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry
We everywhere the Marriott
Shots sprayed like
Hit your like a Triceratops
For my dawg, kill you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the
Hold up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a
But to get my dawg back, I'd give up all of these