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 sittin at the about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was thinner
My nigga Sparky-O was basketball
and my niggas in the backyard, y'all to squab my Doggz
Dirty ???? CREAM, it's a good scheme
But you know it's all a part of the Corleone
I squabble...Friday cos what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh you knew
but you didn't, you think I'm kiddin nigga, my scrap
They get for theirs, bring em right to the back
Hit the gate wait and ask the homey Nate
he gotta pit Tiny mobbin behind him
Now they've got Michael
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho
He likes to on, uhh
and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get blast on
Doggz we em, busters we sweep em
and when time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on stuck in
And dedicate this one to my Doggz
Remember that pit, the one I had named
Uhh, she got so I didn't need him
Uhh, it's like that, what Sweetie?
He got killed too (damn) so I need him
It's a cold thang but it's a game
but when you wit a Corleone name a cold thang
name, cold game ya got ta get down
cos if you don't then you can't the Pound
Now it's like a
and if I get caught I'm back in court
So I gots ta keep it on the DL and don't
but you know I gots tha pitbulls for
So if you want one, get one, at'cha boy quick
cos be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my little Technique
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him rock
but the rest of the pits they wit me
We're low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
and the crew called the Gambinos
Ma and she'll spark up some shit real quick
Just last y'know what? 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 tame her and I can't blame her
why I had to name her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it's a shame-uh 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 it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese
but as for me I'm Dogg I'm soopafly like Priest
I unleash my then I tilt my brim
I'm bout to off Locko cos he go taken my swim
I think cos my CREAMy low, get back to the
He gon' be itchin hell to put the bite on the clown
and when you look with the frown he get like 1-2
and ain't a thang that your ass can do
I think it's cos he lost his big Don Killer see
who ran the whole yard and OP
and leave your ass red and yeah
He's a damn fool, he'll you for pants leg
Don't beg you're dead, and don't show fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red off his head
and all the kid do was cry like a
His life was a pit and in the shit

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

Outro: (*reporter over hook*)

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