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 "Oh my God! They want to eat my husband

1:

I was sittin at the pound about to eat
Had a day at the studio, I was gettin thinner
My nigga Sparky-O was basketball
and my niggas in the backyard, about to squab my Doggz
???? 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 thought you
but you didn't, you think I'm nigga, my Doggz scrap
get down 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 Corleone
Oh, Kurupt he got the psycho assassin
He likes to on, uhh
and ain't no need to reach for heat cos you can't get 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 dedicate this one to my Doggz
Remember pit, the one I had named Petey
Uhh, she got so I didn't need him
Uhh, it's like that, what Sweetie?
He got too (damn) so I didn't need him
It's a thang 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 you can't represent the Pound
Now it's like a
and if I get I'm right back in court
So I ta keep it on the DL and don't 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 pigs
Ask my little homey
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, boy OG
The homey Tray Deee I give him seat
but the of the pits they rollin wit me
We're low in the cut, holstered up in Chino
Scrappy-Du and the crew the Gambinos
Ma bark and she'll up some shit real quick
Just week y'know what? She bit the shit out of me
???? bitch is a trick, I had to get feet
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 nigga got love 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 stay fly geese
but as for me I'm Snoop I'm soopafly like Priest
I my Doggz then I tilt my brim
I'm to trip off Locko cos he go taken my swim
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 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 homey Don see
who ran the whole and gangbanged OP
and leave your ass red and yeah
a damn fool, he'll jack you for pants leg
Don't beg you're dead, and don't dare fear
Young gangsta fucked wit Scrappy and Red 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) It's just me & my
I my heat in my seat, my killers in my backyard
in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard

Outro: (*reporter 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)