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

Intro: (*distressed woman*)

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

1:

I was sittin at the pound to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was gettin
My nigga Sparky-O was playin
and my in the backyard, y'all about to squab my Doggz
Dirty ???? gets CREAM, a good 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 down for theirs, bring em to the back
Hit the gate don't wait and ask the Nate
he gotta pit named Tiny mobbin 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 cos you can't get your blast on
we keep em, busters we sweep em
and when it's time all my Doggz'll bite your
We leave you niggas on stuck in
And I'ma dedicate one to my Doggz
that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uhh, she got killed so I need him
Uhh, it's that, what about Sweetie?
He got killed too (damn) so I didn't him
It's a thang 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 then you can't represent the Pound
Now like a sport
and if I get I'm right back 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 at'cha boy
cos I'ma be on the for the sell-to-dem pigs
Ask my homey Technique
I 'came Scarface, killers, baby boy OG
The homey Deee I give him rock seat
but the rest of the they rollin wit me
We're layin low in the cut, holstered up in
Scrappy-Du and the crew the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll spark up some real quick
last week y'know 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 name her the top gamer
Man, it's a shame-uh nigga got for y'all
but I got more love for my motherfuckin
just....

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

2:

Now when it comes to my Doggz they fly like geese
but as for me I'm Snoop Dogg I'm like Priest
I unleash my then I tilt my brim
I'm to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim
I think cos my CREAMy low, get to the pound
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 a damn 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 half-head
a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg
Don't beg you're dead, and dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his
and all the kid do was cry a bitch
His life was a pit and mine's in the

(Beware, beware)
(Sick em) just me & my Doggz
I my heat 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 Los Angeles and South Central where people
encounter stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the to prove it)