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

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

2: Lil Wayne]
Run off with bitch, she change her number
Run into bitch and fumble
Money more than Bryant Gumbel
Too shit on my mind, I need a plumber
Made love to a whore and my number
up on a boat like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, I'ma need a
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib live
A in the back, I let her swim
I give her phone back and let her
Free will like the
She thick, waist real lil
real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it clear
0 to 100 to a
From nothin' to to a big deal
Got to keep it in the field
I ain't Cash Money no
And I put some carats on my bitch's
Put some on my bitch's fist
Put some carats in my bitch's
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 to Vegas with some gifts
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, how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man no more bills
I'm sippin' that Evander
is that codeine overkill
My mud colder than Field
In love, but all these is weird
These hair triggers, I grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right over
you ever seen the light hit my grill?
I there 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 twelve
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' texts I'm readin' checks
I text 'cause that is finger sex
Then I'm off my ringer next
mode, no I'ma need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets crowded the Beatles set
I it off and gave Ms. Cita that
Whip milky, sip filthy
I sip this shit just like healthy
Who spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be dearly
Sincerely, yeah yours truly
Call me Tune, the call me Tunechi
Rockin' while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese that look like thot suey
Told the hoes I'm taken
the gay hoes 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
Draco a volcano
You can fuck and get your star spangled
Barbaric, your bitch starin'
I look very good, very
It all about the werewolf
It's all about what the wolf
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry
We everywhere the Marriott
sprayed like Malaria
Hit your like 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