Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

[Chorus:
That's my dog for
That's my
We up in the Rolls
Me and my (Me and my dawg)
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you
To get all my dawgs back, I'd up all you hoes

[Verse 1:
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the (hello)
crippin'' rollin' with the six
Now I'm in a bumpin' Nip
Black and yellow bitches on my
and yellow, treat me like I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, for my dick
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey with the shrimp
That ain't have shit to do this
30 tellin' me I'm the shit
man, screamin' 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. my number's 36
Diamonds crip on my chest
Sent a package to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all some
we politic, but fuck a politician
You be smokin' Brown, new edition

[Verse 2: Lil
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 my number
Pull up on a boat I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, I'ma a muzzle
Wake up Sunday and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib tryna
A in the back, I let her swim
I give her phone back and let her
will like the goodwill
She real thick, real lil
Weed real bright, it teal
real white, it look 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 some carats on my fist
Put some carats in my bitch's
I came fast money, go
And my goes out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some strippers on the
'em to Miami, take a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with some
just how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga
I feel satan, nigga lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
They in they feelin's, fuck how feel
in the car, man it's no more bills
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
This is that overkill
My mud colder Soldier Field
In love, but all these hoes is
These hair triggers, I might grow a
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right here
Have you seen the light hit my grill?
I stand there and in the mirror
Snap my fingers, dollars
Out of and I don't do L's
And I married the mob when I was twelve
out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts I'm readin' checks
I don't text 'cause is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer
Airplane mode, no I'ma a jet
I'm dope, babe, I need a set
Chains rock it, see the neck
Pockets crowded like the set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip shit just like it's healthy
Who spilt it, wait my guilty?
Uber, Uber; be missed dearly
Sincerely, it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes me Tunechi
Rockin' while the pot brewin'
a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm
Told the gay hoes I'm
Took diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a born slanger, a slanger
One more time, I'm a born
like a volcano
You can fuck around and get star spangled
Barbaric, your bitch starin'
I look very good, good
It ain't all about the
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry
We like the Marriott
Shots sprayed Malaria
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 to put on a show
But to get my back, I'd give up all of these hoes