Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

[Chorus:
That's my dog for
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 back, I'd give up all you hoes

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

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with your bitch, she her number
Run into another and fumble
Money talkin' more Bryant Gumbel
Too much on my mind, I need a plumber
Made love to a whore and changed my
Pull up on a like 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 back at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I give her back and let her film
Free will like the
She thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it teal
Coke white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a
nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I ain't Money no more
And I put some on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my fist
Put some in my bitch's ears
I fast money, let's go
And my heart out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some on the strip
'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with some
That's how it is, is, is
trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I like satan, nigga lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
They in feelin's, fuck how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no more
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
This is that overkill
My mud colder Soldier Field
In love, but all hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right here
Have you ever seen the hit my grill?
I stand and smile 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, Tom and Giselle
Ain't texts 'cause I'm readin' checks
I don't 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no I'ma a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets like the Beatles set
I drop it off and Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip
I sip this just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours
Call me Tune, the hoes call me
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch 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 quotes in my
I'm a slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a slanger
like a volcano
You can around and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your starin'
I look very good, good
It ain't all the werewolf
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb
We like the Marriott
Shots sprayed like
Hit your head a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and 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