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

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off with your bitch, she her number
Run another bitch and fumble
talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I a plumber
Made love to a 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
up Sunday night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the tryna live
A pool in the back, I let her
I her phone back and let her film
Free like the goodwill
She thick, waist real lil
Weed real bright, it teal
Coke real white, it clear
0 to 100 to a
nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I ain't Money 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 goes out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
Flew 'em to Vegas with some gifts
That's how it is, is, is
Ain't if you got it, nigga rich
I feel like satan, lit
6-6-6
G-Wagon on six
in they feelin's, fuck how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man it's no bills
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
This is that overkill
My mud colder than Field
In love, but all these is weird
hair triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right here
Have you ever seen the light hit my
I there and smile 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
Turned out well, Tom and Giselle
Ain't texts 'cause I'm readin' checks
I don't '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
Chains rock it, see the neck
Pockets like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. that
milky, I'ma sip filthy
I sip this shit just like it's
Who spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's yours
Call me Tune, the hoes me Tunechi
Rockin' while the pot brewin'
a Chinese bitch that look like thot suey
Told the straight I'm taken
Told the gay I'm vacant
some diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a born slanger, a born
One time, I'm a born slanger
Draco a volcano
You can fuck and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look very good, good
It ain't all about the
all about what the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, a Cherry Bomb
We like the Marriott
Shots sprayed Malaria
Hit your head like a
For my dawg, I'll you and your 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 give up all of hoes