Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

HoodyBaby]
That's my dog for
my dawg
We pullin' up in the
Me and my (Me and my dawg)
To get all my dawgs back, I'd give up all you
To get all my back, I'd give up all you hoes

1: HoodyBaby]
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby up with the clique (hello)
Hoody crippin'' with the six
Now I'm in a bumpin' Nip
and yellow bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
Hustle in like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, for my dick
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
ain't have shit to do with this
30 tellin' me I'm the shit
Juice man, 32
Juice man, 32
O.J. my number's 36
crip walkin' on my chest
Sent a right to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but a politician
You be smokin' Bobby Brown, new

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off with bitch, she change her number
Run into bitch and fumble
Money talkin' more than Gumbel
Too shit on my mind, I need a plumber
Made to a whore and changed my number
Pull up on a like I'm Columbus
Tongue all in her throat, all in her
Pussy monster, need a muzzle
Wake up Sunday and go to LIV
A bitch at the crib tryna live
A in the back, I let her swim
I give her back and let her film
will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist lil
real bright, it look teal
Coke white, it look clear
0 to 100 to a
nothin' to somethin' to a big deal
Got to keep it in the field
I Cash Money no more
And I put some on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's
Put carats in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, go
And my heart out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met some on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, take a
Flew 'em back to Vegas some gifts
just how it is, is, is
Ain't trickin' if you got it, nigga
I feel satan, nigga lit
Dedication
G-Wagon on six
They in they feelin's, fuck how niggas
Coke in the car, man it's no more
I'm sippin' that Holyseal
is that codeine overkill
My mud colder than Soldier
In love, but all hoes is weird
These triggers, I might grow a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you ever seen the light hit my
I stand there and 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
out well, like Tom and Giselle
Ain't readin' 'cause I'm readin' checks
I don't 'cause that 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
rock it, can't see the neck
Pockets like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. that
Whip milky, sip filthy
I sip this just like it's healthy
Who it, wait my bitch guilty?
Uber, Uber; she'll be missed
Sincerely, yeah it's truly
me Tune, the hoes call me Tunechi
Rockin' Louis while the pot
With a Chinese bitch that look thot suey
Told the straight I'm taken
the gay hoes I'm vacant
Took some out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a slanger, a born slanger
One time, I'm a born slanger
Draco a volcano
You can around and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look very good, good
It ain't all the werewolf
all about what the wolf wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Cherry
We like the Marriott
Shots like Malaria
Hit your head a Triceratops
For my dawg, kill you and your ho
Yeah, me and my dawg, we put another on the
Hold up my female dawg, she to put on a show
But to get my back, I'd give up all of these hoes