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 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'' with 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?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her college like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta the shrimp
That ain't shit to do with this
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the
Juice man, 32
man, screamin' 32
O.J. my number's 36
Diamonds walkin' on my chest
Sent a right to Bouldercrest
I heard boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but a politician
You be smokin' Brown, new edition

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off your bitch, she change her number
Run into another and fumble
Money talkin' more than Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I a plumber
Made love to a whore and my number
Pull up on a like I'm Columbus
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma need a
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A back at the crib tryna live
A in the back, I let her swim
I give her phone and let her film
Free like the goodwill
She real thick, real lil
real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it look
0 to 100 to a
From nothin' to to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I ain't Cash Money no
And I put some carats on my bitch's
Put some carats on my fist
Put carats in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it
I just met some on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
Flew 'em back to Vegas with gifts
That's how it is, is, is
trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I like satan, nigga lit
Dedication
on six wheels
They in they feelin's, how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no more
I'm sippin' Evander Holyseal
is that codeine overkill
My mud than Soldier Field
In love, but all these hoes is
hair triggers, I might grow a beard
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 smile in the
Snap my fingers, appear
Out of nowhere and I do L's
And I the mob when I was like twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts 'cause I'm checks
I don't text 'cause is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my next
Airplane mode, no I'ma a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
Chains it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded like the set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita
Whip milky, sip filthy
I sip this shit just like healthy
Who it, wait my bitch 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 bitch that look thot suey
Told the straight hoes I'm
Told the gay hoes I'm
Took some out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the in my statements
I'm a slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a born
Draco a volcano
You can around and get your star spangled
Barbaric, your bitch starin'
I look good, good very
It ain't all about the
It's all what the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Bomb
We like the Marriott
Shots sprayed Malaria
Hit your head like a
For my dawg, I'll kill you and ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put on the road
up my female dawg, she 'bout to put on a show
But to get my back, I'd give up all of these hoes