Luyện nghe bài hát Me and My Doggs

I was sittin' at the about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was thinner
My nigga was playin' basketball
And my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my

Red gets cream, it's a good scheme
But you know it's all a part of the team
I squabble 'cos that's what I do
Pound for life nigga, uhh thought you knew

But you didn't, you think I'm kiddin' nigga, my crap
get down for theirs, bring 'em right to the back
Hit the gate don't wait and ask the Nate
He gotta pit named mobbin behind him

Now they've got Michael
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the assassin
He likes to on, uhh
And ain't no need to reach for 'cos you can't get your blast on

Doggz we keep 'em, we sweep 'em
And when time all my doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on stuck in
And I'm a this one to my doggz

that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uhh, she got killed so I need him
Uhh, like that, what about Sweetie?
He got too, damn, so I didn't need him

It's a cold thang but it's a cold
But when you wit a name it's a cold thang
Cold name, game, ya got ta get down
if you don't then you can't represent the Pound

Now it's like a
And if I get caught, I'm right in court
So I gots ta it on the DL and don't yeezell
But you know I tha pitbulls for seezell

So if you want one, get one, at'cha boy quick
'Cuz I'm a be on the for the sell to dem pigs
Ask my little Technique
I Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG

The homey Dee I give him rock seat
But the rest of the they rollin' wit me
layin' low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the crew the Gambinos

Ma bark and spark up some shit real quick
Just last week what? She bit the shit out of me
Man, this bitch is a trick, I had to get cold
To get the up off me

And I tame her and I can't blame her
That's why I had to name her the top dogg
Man, a shame uh, nigga got love for y'all
But I got more love for my motherfuckin' doggz, it's

Me and my
(Sick 'em)
Me and my
(Sick 'em, beware, beware)
Me and my

Now when it comes to my they stay fly like geese
But as for me I'm Snoop I'm soopafly like Priest
I unleash my then I tilt my brim
I'm 'bout to trip off Locko he go taken my swim

I think cos my creamy low, get to the pound
He gon' be itchin' like hell to put the bite on the
And when you look with the frown he gon' get 1-2
And ain't a thang that your ass can do

I think it's 'cos he his big homey Don Killer see
Who ran the yard and gang banged OP
And leave your ass red and yeah, dead
He's a damn fool, he'll you for pants leg

Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare fear
Young gangsta wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head
And all the kid do was cry like a
His was a pit and mine's in the shit

Me and my
(Sick 'em)
Me and my
(Sick 'em, beware, beware)
Me and my

Beware, beware, 'em
It's just me and my
I keep my in my seat, my killers in my backyard
in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard