Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

[Chorus:
my dog for sure
That's my
We up in the Rolls
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

[Verse 1:
HoodyBaby really, rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the (hello)
Hoody crippin'' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
Black and bitches on my stick
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
Hustle in Atlanta I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
bitch, tweakin' for my dick
Hit her park like I'm Tit
I want turkey pasta with the
That ain't have shit to do with
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 package to Bouldercrest
I heard your boy sippin Quali, y'all qualiticians
Yeah we politic, but fuck a
You be smokin' Brown, new edition

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off with bitch, she change her number
Run into bitch and fumble
talkin' more than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
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, need a muzzle
Wake up night and go to LIV
A bitch back at the crib live
A pool in the back, I let her
I give her back and let her film
will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist lil
real bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it look
0 to 100 to a
From to somethin' to a big deal
Got to keep it in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put some on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's
Put some in my bitch's ears
I came fast money, go
And my heart out to Vegas, keep it real
I just met strippers on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, a trip
'em back 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
They in feelin's, fuck how niggas feel
in the car, man it's no more bills
I'm sippin' Evander Holyseal
This is codeine overkill
My mud colder than Soldier
In love, but all these is weird
These hair triggers, I might grow a
Brazy, yeah, but you the drill
I'm way up there, you right over
Have you ever seen the light hit my
I stand 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 like
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 off my ringer next
Airplane mode, no I'ma a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
Chains 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; be missed dearly
Sincerely, it's yours truly
Call me Tune, the hoes call me
Rockin' Louis while the pot
With a Chinese bitch that look thot suey
Told the straight I'm taken
Told the gay hoes I'm
some diamonds out her old bracelet
Put 'em on the quotes in my
I'm a slanger, a born slanger
One more time, I'm a born
Draco a volcano
You can around and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look very good, very
It ain't all about the
It's all about what the wearin'
You a popped cherry, yeah a Bomb
We like the Marriott
Shots like Malaria
Hit head 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