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

Intro: (*distressed woman*)

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

1:

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

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

2:

Now when it comes to my they 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 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 1-2
and ain't a thang that your ass can do
I it's cos he lost his big homey Don Killer see
who ran the whole yard and OP
and leave ass red and yeah half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll you for pants leg
Don't beg you're dead, and dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red off his head
and all the kid do was cry like a
His was a pit and mine's in the shit

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

(*reporter speaking over hook*)

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