Luyện nghe bài hát My Dawg

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

[Verse 1:
really, really rich
HoodyBaby pull up with the (hello)
Hoody crippin'' with the six
Now I'm in a 'Rari Nip
Black and yellow bitches on my
Black and yellow, treat me I'm Wiz
in Atlanta like I'm TIP
(Brrrrr, hello?)
College bitch, tweakin' for my
Hit her college park I'm Tit
I turkey pasta with the shrimp
That ain't have shit to do with
30 bitches tellin' me I'm the
Juice man, 32
man, screamin' 32
O.J. my number's 36
crip walkin' on my chest
Sent a package to Bouldercrest
I your boy sippin Quali, y'all some qualiticians
we politic, but fuck a politician
You be Bobby Brown, new edition

[Verse 2: Lil
Run off your bitch, she change her number
Run into another bitch and
Money talkin' than Bryant Gumbel
Too much shit on my mind, I need a
Made love to a whore and my number
Pull up on a boat I'm Columbus
all in her throat, all in her tunnel
Pussy monster, I'ma 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 phone back and let her
will like the goodwill
She real thick, waist lil
Weed bright, it look teal
Coke real white, it look
0 to 100 to a
From to somethin' to a big deal
Got to it trill in the field
I ain't Cash no more
And I put carats on my bitch's wrist
Put some carats on my bitch's
Put some carats in my bitch's
I came money, let's go
And my heart goes out to Vegas, keep it
I just met some on the strip
Flew 'em to Miami, take a
'em back to Vegas with some gifts
That's how it is, is, is
trickin' if you got it, nigga rich
I feel satan, nigga lit
Dedication
on six wheels
They in they feelin's, how niggas feel
Coke in the car, man no more bills
I'm sippin' Evander Holyseal
This is that overkill
My mud colder than Soldier
In love, but all hoes is weird
These hair triggers, I might a beard
Brazy, yeah, but you know the
I'm way up there, you right here
you ever seen the light hit my grill?
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' texts 'cause I'm checks
I don't text that is finger sex
Then I'm turnin' off my ringer
Airplane mode, no need a jet
I'm dope, babe, I a needle set
Chains it, can't see the neck
crowded like the Beatles set
I drop it off and gave Ms. Cita
Whip milky, I'ma sip
I sip this shit just it's healthy
Who spilt it, my bitch guilty?
Uber, she'll be missed dearly
Sincerely, yeah it's truly
Call me Tune, the call me Tunechi
Louis while the pot brewin'
With a Chinese bitch that 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 in my statements
I'm a born slanger, a slanger
One more time, I'm a born
Draco a volcano
You can fuck and get your star spangled
Barbaric, yeah your bitch
I look good, good very
It all about the werewolf
It's all about what the wolf
You a popped cherry, yeah a Bomb
We everywhere the Marriott
Shots sprayed like
Hit your like 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 'bout to put on a
But to get my back, I'd give up all of these hoes