Luyện nghe bài hát Me My Doggz

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

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

Dirty [Incomprehensible] gets cream, it's a good
But you know all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble 'cos that's what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, thought you knew but you

You I'm kiddin' nigga, my Doggz scrap
They get down for theirs, bring 'em right to the
Hit the gate, don't and ask the homey Nate
He gotta pit named Tiny, mobbin' him

Now they've got Michael
Oh kurupt, he got Lonely the assassin'
He likes to smash on and 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 Doggz'll bite momma
We leave you niggas on in paws
And I'ma this one to my Doggz

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

a cold thang but it's a cold game
But when you with a Corleone name, it's a thang
Cold name, cold game ya got to get
if you don't, then 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, holla boy quick
'Cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell to pigs

Ask my little homey,
I Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee, I give him seat
But the rest of the pits, they 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 know what? She bit the out of me

bitch 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, got love for y'all
But I got more love for my motherfuckin'
It's

Me and my
Me and my
Me and my

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

I think 'cos my 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 gon' get 12
And ain't a thang that your ass can do

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

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

Beware,
'em
It's me and my Doggz

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

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