Luyện nghe bài hát Tear 'em Off, Me & My Doggz

Intro: (*distressed woman*)

The dog saw 'im...they tear...they...looked liked they try to him off.
I "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband

1:

I was at the pound about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin
My nigga Sparky-O was playin
and my niggas in the backyard, about to squab my Doggz
Dirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a good
But you know it's all a of the Corleone team
I squabble...Friday cos that's I do
Dogg Pound for nigga, uhh thought you knew
but you didn't, you think I'm nigga, my Doggz scrap
get down for theirs, bring em right to the back
Hit the gate wait and ask the homey Nate
he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin him
Now they've got Michael
Oh, Kurupt he got the psycho assassin
He to smash on, uhh
and ain't no to reach for heat cos you can't get your blast on
Doggz we em, busters we sweep em
and when time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We you niggas on stuck in paws
And I'ma this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had named
Uhh, she got killed so I need him
Uhh, it's like that, what Sweetie?
He got too (damn) so I didn't need him
a cold thang but it's a cold game
but when you wit a Corleone name it's a cold
Cold name, game ya got ta get down
cos if you don't then you can't the Pound
Now it's a sport
and if I get caught I'm right in court
So I ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell
but you know I gots tha pitbulls for
So if you want one, get one, holla boy quick
cos I'ma be on the for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my little homey
I Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him rock
but the rest of the pits rollin wit me
We're low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the crew called the
Ma bark and she'll spark up some real quick
Just last week y'know She bit the shit 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 can't her
That's why I had to her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it's a nigga got love for y'all
but I got more love for my motherfuckin
just....

Me & my Doggz (sick em), me & my (sick em)
(Beware, beware) Me & my

2:

Now when it comes to my Doggz they stay fly 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 trip off cos he go taken my swim
I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the
He gon' be like hell to put the bite on the clown
and when you with the frown he gon' get like 1-2
and ain't a damn thang your ass can do
I think it's cos he lost his big Don Killer see
who ran the whole and gangbanged OP
and your ass red and yeah half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for leg
Don't beg dead, and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red off his head
and all the kid do was cry a bitch
His life was a pit and mine's in the

(Beware, beware)
(Sick em) It's me & my Doggz
I keep my heat in my seat, my killers in my
Just in you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard

Outro: (*reporter speaking hook*)

....deadly serious in Los Angeles and South Central where people
stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it)