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

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

I was sittin' at the pound about to eat
Had a hard day at the studio, I was thinner
My Sparky-O was playin' basketball
And my in the backyard about to squab my Doggz

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

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

Now they've got Corleone
Oh kurupt, he got Lonely the assassin'
He likes to on and ain't no need
To reach for 'cos you can't 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

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

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

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

Ask my homey, Technique
I 'came Scarface, killers, baby boy OG
The homey Tray Deee, I give him seat
But the of the pits, they rollin' with 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 shit real
Just last week, you 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 tame her and I can't blame her
That's why I had to name her the top Dogg

Man, a shame, nigga got love 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 geese
But as for me, I'm Snoop Dogg, I'm soopafly like
I unleash my Doggz, then I my brim
I'm to trip off Locko 'cos he go taken my swim

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

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

beg, you're dead and don't dare show fear
Young gangsta with 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,
'em
It's just me and my

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

deadly serious
In East Los Angeles and Central
Where people encounter stray dogs on a basis
And often bare the scars to prove