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 hard day at the studio, I was thinner
My Sparky-O was playin basketball
and my niggas in the backyard, y'all about to squab my
Dirty ???? CREAM, it's a good scheme
But you know all a part of the Corleone 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 down for theirs, em right to the back
Hit the don't wait and ask the homey Nate
he gotta pit Tiny mobbin behind him
Now they've got Corleone
Oh, he got Lonely the psycho assassin
He to smash on, uhh
and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you get your blast on
Doggz we em, busters we sweep em
and it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you niggas on in paws
And I'ma dedicate this one to my
Remember pit, the one I had named Petey
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 you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang
Cold name, cold ya got ta get down
cos if you don't then you can't represent the
Now it's a sport
and if I get caught I'm back in court
So I ta keep it on the DL and don't 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 Technique
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I him rock seat
but the rest of the pits they wit me
We're layin low in the cut, up in Chino
and the crew called the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll spark up some shit 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 can't tame her and I can't her
That's why I had to name her the top gamer
Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got for y'all
but I got love for my motherfuckin 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 unleash my Doggz then I tilt my
I'm bout to trip off cos he go taken my swim
I think cos my CREAMy low, get to the pound
He gon' be itchin hell to put the bite on the clown
and when you look with the he gon' get like 1-2
and ain't a damn thang that ass can do
I think it's cos he his big homey Don Killer see
who ran the whole and gangbanged OP
and leave ass red and yeah half-head
He's a damn fool, jack you for pants leg
Don't beg dead, and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta wit Scrappy and Red tore 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 just me & my
I keep my heat in my seat, my in my backyard
Just in you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard

(*reporter speaking over hook*)

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