Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Dawgs

[Hook: Meek Mill & Strap Da
I my dawgs
I miss my
And they killed my nigga
Man I wish that I was there that shit popped off
And who thought, Iâd ever get that call
So Iâm out here with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Hook: Meek & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my
I my dawgs
And they killed my little
Man I wish that I was there when that shit off
And who thought, Iâd ever get that call
So Iâm out here riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting pop off

[Verse 1: Meek
They Chinx Drugz in his own city
They Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own
I know if niggas gone clap for me or going to kill me
Still living lavish and they still why I act savage
All these guns and
Still gonna murder these niggas that want to it
they have me miss my sonâs football practice
Fuck yâall niggas that killed Lil
And we run into yâall niggas we gone kill yâall too
I still every young nigga feel that coupe
young niggas feel like me, I feel like you
Fifty shades of grey, to do me like Freddie
I pray to god, load my chopper, tell them niggas Iâm
Iâm riding with my squad, it's Pmon and Omelly
I got Dean in the cut, my nigga be so heavy
We got to make it home tonight
So the law, we brought the chrome tonight
Cause the cops wonât save you, you alone
So tell a young nigga am I or right

[Hook: Meek & Strap Da Fool]
I miss my
I miss my
And they killed my nigga
Man I wish that I was there when that popped off
And who wouldâve thought, Iâd ever get call
So Iâm out riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

[Hook: Meek & Strap Da Fool]
I my dawgs
I my dawgs
And they killed my little
Man I wish that I was there that shit popped off
And who wouldâve thought, Iâd get that call
So Iâm out riding with my niggas, and we sliding, letting shit pop off

2: Meek Mill]
Sometimes I miss my dad, I he could see me now
Royce, he wouldnât believe me now
The way I my mom out the hood, got Tweety round
From the jects to the burbs, I wish you could me now
But you died he was even round
But I set him though, look who he be around
And he sticks with the kids where really play soccer
When he couldâve been a nigga on the corner with a
You the one that taught me how to hold my hands they got you
So Iâmma fight hard for the fam until they pop us, till they us
You even get to meet my son Papi
Heâs now, and he be asking where his grandpop is
You see now, they talk us down, see my fam
Now see the brand new and the brand new houses
Know you see these brand new friends, acting new, smiling
And I just got brand new bills, brand new problems
And my old told on me, like damn you wyling
And that shit you from jail donât scare nobody
you told, you dead now
And you know, nigga with your head down
RIP

[Outro: Scott]
Fly high, so high, fly high, so
Fly high, so high, so long,
Fly high, so high, so long,
So high, so high, so long,