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

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

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off your bitch, she change her number
Run into another bitch and
Money talkin' more Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I a plumber
Made to a whore and changed my number
Pull up on a boat like I'm
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, need a muzzle
Wake up night and go to LIV
A back at the crib tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I her phone back and let her film
Free will the goodwill
She real thick, waist 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 it trill in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put carats on my bitch's wrist
Put carats on my bitch's fist
Put some carats in my ears
I fast money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, it real
I just met some strippers on the
Flew 'em to Miami, take a
Flew 'em back to with some 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, fuck how niggas
Coke in the car, man no more bills
I'm sippin' that Evander
is that codeine overkill
My mud than 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
you ever 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 married the mob I was like twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' 'cause I'm readin' 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 need a set
Chains it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded the Beatles set
I drop it off and Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, I'ma sip
I sip this shit just like healthy
Who it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the call me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis while the pot
With a Chinese bitch that like thot suey
Told the straight I'm taken
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
Draco a volcano
You can fuck around and get your spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look good, good very
It ain't all the werewolf
It's all about the wolf wearin'
You a cherry, yeah a Cherry Bomb
We everywhere the Marriott
Shots sprayed Malaria
Hit your like 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 give up all of hoes