Luyện nghe bài hát Me My Doggz

The dog saw me and, they
looked liked they try to tear him off
I said, "Oh my God! want to eat my husband"

I was sittin' at the pound to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was thinner
My nigga Sparky-O was basketball
And my niggas in the backyard about to my Doggz

Dirty [Incomprehensible] gets cream, it's a scheme
But you know it's all a part of the Corleone
I squabble Friday 'cos what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, you knew but you didn't

You think I'm nigga, my Doggz scrap
They get down for theirs, bring 'em to the back
Hit the gate, wait and ask the homey Nate
He gotta pit Tiny, mobbin' behind him

Now got Michael Corleone
Oh kurupt, he got the psycho assassin'
He likes to smash on and no need
To reach for heat you can't get your blast on

Doggz, we 'em, busters, we sweep 'em
And it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on in paws
And I'ma dedicate one to my Doggz

Remember that pit, the one I had Petey
She got killed, so I need him
It's that, what about Sweetie?
He got too, so I didn't need him

a cold thang but it's a cold game
But when you with a Corleone name, a cold thang
Cold name, game ya got to get down
'Cos if you don't, you can't represent the Pound

Now it's like a sport and if I get caught, I'm back in court
So I got to keep it on the DL and yeezell
But you know, I got tha pit bulls for
So if you want one, get one, at'cha boy quick
'Cos I'ma be on the for the sell to them pigs

Ask my little homey,
I Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The Tray Deee, I give him rock seat
But the rest of the pits, rollin' with me

We're layin' low in the cut, holstered up in
Scrappy-Du and the crew the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll up some shit real quick
Just last week, you what? She bit the shit out of me

[Incomprehensible] 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, nigga got love for y'all
But I got more for my motherfuckin' Doggz
It's

Me and my
Me and my
Me and my

Now when it comes to my Doggz, they fly like geese
But as for me, I'm Dogg, I'm soopafly like priest
I unleash my Doggz, then I my brim
I'm 'bout to off Locko 'cos he go taken my swim

I 'cos my creamy low get back to the pound
He gon' be itchin' like hell to put the bite on the
And when you look with the frown, he get like 12
And ain't a damn that your ass can do

I think it's he lost his big homey, Don Killer see
Who ran the whole yard and gang OP
And your ass red and yeah, half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll you for your pants leg

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

Beware,
'em
It's me and my Doggz

I keep my in my seat, my killers in my backyard
Just in case you niggas wanna and try to act hard

deadly serious
In Los Angeles and South Central
Where people stray dogs on a daily basis
And often bare the to prove them