Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

[Chorus:
That's my dog for
my dawg
We up in the Rolls
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

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, rich
pull up with the clique (hello)
Hoody rollin' 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?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
That ain't shit to do with this
30 bitches me I'm the shit
man, screamin' 32
Juice man, 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 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
talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
Made to a whore and changed my number
up on a boat like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, need a muzzle
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I give her back and let her film
Free like the goodwill
She thick, waist real lil
Weed bright, it look teal
real white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a
From nothin' to somethin' to a big
Got to it trill in the field
I Cash Money no more
And I put carats on my bitch's wrist
Put carats 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
'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to with some gifts
That's how it is, is, is
trickin' if you got it, nigga 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' Evander Holyseal
This is that codeine
My mud colder than 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 seen the light 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 the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
readin' texts 'cause I'm readin' checks
I don't 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my next
mode, no I'ma need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains rock it, can't see the
Pockets like the Beatles set
I it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, sip filthy
I sip this shit like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's truly
Call me Tune, the call me Tunechi
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that look like suey
the straight hoes I'm taken
Told the gay hoes I'm
Took some out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a born
One more time, I'm a born
like a volcano
You can fuck around and get your spangled
Barbaric, yeah bitch starin'
I look very good, good
It all about the werewolf
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry
We everywhere like the
Shots sprayed like
Hit your head a Triceratops
For my dawg, I'll kill you and 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 up all of these hoes