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! 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 in the backyard about to squab my Doggz

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

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

Now they've got Corleone
Oh kurupt, he got the psycho assassin'
He to smash on and ain't no need
To reach for 'cos you can't get your 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

Remember that pit, the one I had Petey
She got killed, so I need him
It's like that, what about
He got killed too, so I need him

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

Now it's like a sport and if I get caught, I'm right 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 be on the lookout for the sell to them pigs

Ask my little homey,
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, boy OG
The homey Tray Deee, I give him rock
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 and she'll spark 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 can't tame her and I blame her
That's why I had to her the top Dogg gamer

Man, a shame, nigga got love for y'all
But I got more love for my motherfuckin'
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 Dogg, I'm soopafly like priest
I my Doggz, then I tilt my brim
I'm 'bout to trip off Locko 'cos he go taken my

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 with 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 and gang banged OP
And your ass red and yeah, half-head
a damn fool, he'll jack you for your pants leg

Don't beg, you're dead and don't dare fear
Young gangsta fucked with Scrappy and Red tore off his
And all the kid do was cry a bitch
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 in my backyard
Just in case you niggas fuck and try to act hard

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