Luyện nghe bài hát Dog In Heat

Gimme funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo that
Funk.. sho' that
Funk..

Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the
Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin
Blow it up ten frames so you see it
If broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees
by the spare, she hungry feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, nigga
My shotgun with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape ass fast
Then leave you on your front lawn (ding dong)
with your all fucked up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the and run
I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of son
If you ain't got Missy and
want me to the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check

When you home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' love to and in ya
SLIDE, take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't miss
Uhh uhh.. cause love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna a ride

repeat 2X]
I love it boy you play this song
wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it make me sleep for weeks

You on the block layin low, from the cops low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the
SLIDE, take a ride
Baby come me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby you slide

[Method
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the talk back thanks to dick
All my (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we fuckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah
where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a
And it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your up
Saturday Night, who got the
the flavor, of indonesia
Puff puff give type
and this joint out your speakers

I'm gonna take you to the top
and let your body not reject me
I'm gonna you really love me
I'm make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his
You must respect this