Luyện nghe bài hát Me My Doggz

The dog saw me and, they
They looked liked they try to him off
I said, "Oh my God! They 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 scheme
But you know it's all a of the Corleone team
I squabble 'cos that's what I do
Dogg Pound for nigga, thought you knew but you didn't

You think I'm nigga, my Doggz scrap
They get for theirs, bring 'em right to the back
Hit the gate, don't and ask the homey Nate
He gotta pit 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 'em, busters, we sweep 'em
And when it's all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on stuck in
And dedicate this one to my Doggz

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

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

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

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

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

[Incomprehensible] 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 name her the top gamer

Man, it's a shame, nigga got for y'all
But I got more for my motherfuckin' Doggz
just

Me and my
Me and my
Me and my

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

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

I think it's he lost his big homey, Don Killer see
Who ran the whole yard and banged OP
And your ass red and yeah, half-head
He's a fool, he'll 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 was a pit and mine's in the shit

Beware,
'em
It's just me and my

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

[Incomprehensible] deadly
In East Los and South Central
Where people encounter stray dogs on a daily
And often the scars to prove them