Luyện nghe bài hát (Tear 'Em Off) Me & My Doggz

The dog saw me and, they
They looked they try to tear him off
I said, "Oh my God! want to eat my husband"

I was sittin' at the about to eat dinner
Had a hard day at the studio, I was thinner
My nigga was playin' basketball
And my niggas in the backyard about to squab my

Dirty [Incomprehensible] gets cream, it's a good
But you it's all a part of the Corleone team
I squabble 'cos that's what I do
Dogg Pound for life nigga, you knew but you didn't

You think I'm kiddin' nigga, my scrap
They get for theirs, bring 'em right to the back
Hit the gate, don't wait and ask the homey
He gotta pit Tiny, mobbin' behind him

Now they've got Corleone
Oh kurupt, he got Lonely the psycho
He likes to smash on and ain't no
To reach for heat 'cos you can't get blast on

Doggz, we keep 'em, busters, we 'em
And it's time all my Doggz'll bite your momma
We leave you on stuck in paws
And I'ma dedicate this one to my

Remember pit, the one I had named Petey
She got killed, so I didn't him
like that, what about Sweetie?
He got killed too, so I didn't him

a cold thang but it's a cold game
But when you with a Corleone name, a cold thang
Cold name, cold ya got to get down
'Cos if you don't, then you represent the Pound

Now it's like a sport and if I get caught, I'm right back in
So I got to keep it on the DL and don't
But you know, I got tha pit bulls for
So if you want one, get one, holla boy quick
'Cos I'ma be on the for the sell to them pigs

Ask my homey, Technique
I 'came Scarface, Corleone killers, boy OG
The homey Deee, I give him rock seat
But the rest of the pits, they rollin' me

We're layin' low in the cut, holstered up in
Scrappy-Du and the crew called the
Ma bark and she'll up some shit real quick
Just week, you know what? She bit the shit out of me

[Incomprehensible] bitch is a trick, I had to get cold
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 Dogg

Man, it's a shame, nigga got for y'all
But I got more love for my motherfuckin'
It's

Me and my
Me and my
Me and my

Now when it comes to my Doggz, they stay fly like
But as for me, I'm Dogg, I'm soopafly like priest
I unleash my Doggz, then I tilt my
I'm to trip off Locko 'cos he go taken my swim

I think 'cos my low get back to the pound
He gon' be itchin' like to put the bite on the clown
And when you look with the frown, he get like 12
And a damn thang that your ass can do

I think it's he lost his big homey, Don Killer see
Who ran the whole yard and gang OP
And leave ass red and yeah, half-head
He's a fool, he'll jack you for your pants leg

Don't beg, dead and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta fucked with Scrappy and Red off his head
And all the kid do was cry like a
His was a pit and mine's in the shit

Beware,
'em
It's just me and my

I keep my heat in my seat, my in my backyard
in case you niggas wanna fuck and try to act hard

[Incomprehensible] deadly
In East Los Angeles and South
people encounter stray dogs on a daily basis
And bare the scars to prove them