Luyện nghe bài hát Me My Doggz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now it's a sport and if I get caught, I'm right back in court
So I got to keep it on the DL and don't
But you know, I got tha pit for seezell
So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy
I'ma be on the lookout for the sell to them pigs

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

layin' low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the called the Gambinos
Ma bark and spark up some shit real quick
Just last week, you know 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 can't tame her and I can't her
why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer

Man, it's a shame, got love for y'all
But I got more love for my Doggz
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 my Doggz, then I tilt my brim
I'm 'bout to trip off Locko 'cos he go my swim

I think 'cos my creamy low get to the pound
He be itchin' like hell to put the bite on the clown
And when you look the frown, he gon' get like 12
And a damn thang that your ass can do

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

Don't beg, you're dead and 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 just me and my

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

[Incomprehensible] deadly
In Los Angeles and South Central
Where people stray dogs on a daily basis
And often bare the scars to them