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 said "Oh my God! want to eat my husband

1:

I was at the pound 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 good scheme
But you know it's all a of the Corleone team
I squabble...Friday cos what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, uhh you knew
but you didn't, you think I'm nigga, my Doggz scrap
They get down for theirs, bring em right to the
Hit the gate don't wait and ask the Nate
he pit named Tiny mobbin behind him
Now got Michael 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 keep em, we sweep em
and when it's all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you on stuck in paws
And dedicate this one to my Doggz
that pit, the one I had named Petey
Uhh, she got killed so I need him
Uhh, like 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 you wit a Corleone name it's a cold thang
name, cold game ya got ta get down
cos if you don't then you can't represent the
Now like a sport
and if I get caught I'm right back in
So I ta keep it on the DL and don't yeezell
but you know I tha pitbulls for seezell
So if you want one, get one, holla at'cha boy
cos I'ma be on the lookout for the sell-to-dem
Ask my homey Technique
I Scarface, Corleone killers, baby boy OG
The homey Deee I give him rock seat
but the of the pits 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 real
Just week 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 blame her
That's why I had to name her the top Dogg
Man, a shame-uh nigga 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 it comes to my Doggz they stay fly like geese
but as for me I'm Snoop I'm soopafly like Priest
I my Doggz then I tilt my brim
I'm bout to trip off Locko cos he go my swim
I think cos my low, get back to the pound
He gon' be itchin like hell to put the on the clown
and when you look with the he gon' 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 ass red and yeah half-head
He's a damn fool, he'll jack you for leg
beg you're dead, and don't dare show fear
Young fucked wit Scrappy and Red tore off his head
and all the kid do was cry like a
His life was a pit and mine's in the

(Beware, beware)
(Sick em) just me & my Doggz
I keep my heat in my seat, my 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
stray dogs on a daily basis and often bare the scars to prove it)