Luyện nghe bài hát Me and My Doggs

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

Dirty Red gets cream, it's a good
But you it's all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble Friday 'cos what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh you knew

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

Now got Michael Corleone
Oh, Kurupt he got the psycho assassin
He likes to on, uhh
And ain't no need to reach for heat 'cos you get your blast on

Doggz we 'em, busters we sweep 'em
And when it's time all my bite your momma
We you niggas on stuck in paws
And I'm a dedicate one to my doggz

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

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

Now it's like a
And if I get caught, I'm back in court
So I gots ta keep it on the DL and yeezell
But you I gots tha pitbulls for seezell

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

The homey Tray Dee I give him seat
But the rest of the pits rollin' wit me
We're layin' low in the cut, holstered up in
and the crew called the Gambinos

Ma bark and she'll spark up shit real quick
Just last y'know what? She bit the shit out of me
Man, this is a trick, I had to get cold feet
To get the up off me

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

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

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

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

I think it's 'cos he lost his big Don Killer see
Who ran the whole yard and 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 fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his
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
Just in case you niggas wanna and try to act hard