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! They to eat my husband

1:

I was sittin at the about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin
My Sparky-O was playin basketball
and my in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz
Dirty ???? gets CREAM, it's a scheme
But you know it's all a part of the team
I squabble...Friday cos that's I do
Pound for life nigga, uhh 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 don't wait and ask the homey Nate
he gotta pit named mobbin behind him
Now they've got Michael
Oh, Kurupt he got Lonely the psycho
He to smash on, uhh
and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get your on
Doggz we keep em, 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, about Sweetie?
He got killed too (damn) so I didn't him
It's a cold but it's a cold game
but when you wit a Corleone it's a cold thang
Cold name, cold 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 I'm right back in court
So I gots ta keep it on the DL and yeezell
but you know I gots tha for seezell
So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy
cos be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my little homey
I 'came Scarface, killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him rock
but the rest of the they rollin wit me
layin low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the called the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit quick
Just last week y'know She bit the shit out of me
???? bitch is a trick, I had to get cold
to get the up off me
and I can't her and I can't blame her
That's why I had to her the top Dogg gamer
Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got love for
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 Snoop Dogg I'm 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 back to the
He gon' be itchin like hell to put the bite on the
and when you look with the frown he get like 1-2
and ain't a damn that your ass can do
I think cos he lost his big homey 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 dare fear
Young gangsta fucked wit 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, beware)
(Sick em) just me & my Doggz
I keep my in my seat, my killers in my backyard
Just in case you niggas fuck and try to act hard

Outro: (*reporter over hook*)

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