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

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, really
HoodyBaby pull up the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin'' rollin' the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
and yellow bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college park I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
That have shit to do with this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
man, screamin' 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. know my 36
Diamonds crip on my chest
Sent a right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a
You be smokin' Brown, new edition

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she change her
Run into another bitch and
Money talkin' than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I a plumber
Made love to a and changed my number
Pull up on a like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, I'ma a muzzle
Wake up night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib live
A in the back, I let her swim
I give her back and let her film
will like the goodwill
She real thick, real lil
Weed 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 trill in the
I ain't Cash Money no
And I put some carats on my wrist
Put carats on my bitch's fist
Put some in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, it real
I just met some strippers on the
Flew 'em to Miami, take a
'em back to Vegas with some gifts
That's how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, rich
I feel like satan, lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas
in the car, man it's no more bills
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
This is that overkill
My mud colder than Field
In love, but all hoes is weird
hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right here
you ever seen the light hit my grill?
I stand there and in the mirror
my fingers, dollars appear
Out of nowhere and I do L's
And I married the mob when I was like
Turned out well, like Tom and
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm checks
I don't text that is finger sex
Then I'm off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the set
I it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, sip filthy
I sip shit just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be dearly
Sincerely, it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes me Tunechi
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look like thot
Told the straight hoes I'm
the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took some diamonds out her old
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a slanger
Draco like a
You can fuck and get your star spangled
Barbaric, your bitch starin'
I look very good, very
It ain't all about the
all about what the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry
We everywhere like the
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