Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I stroll up the block, I go I wanna
I look a baller, I talk like a owner
Shoot for the stars, up the corner
Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em like a
Nigga mean the rock, blow trout in the lot
Klum and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc with Barack
Blonde bitch is the bomb, she I'm a threat
A nigga rich as Saddam, build a house in Tibet
It's that dog food nigga, I'm killin' the bitch
It's Al Post talk, you getting kibbles and bits
They talkin' fed now, they send us in quick
You in your bed tied down, you on some menacing
Timberland boots, trench coat
on all of my chains, cuz this game cutthroat
Niggas wanna be weasels, till put in the yoke
you at Joey Veezzle, walk through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep some shit up my
Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley could
I don't know her name, I call her seat
All I want is her brain, so fuck her degree
I ball like I'm Maly, ball like I'm Wade, ball like I'm
I like the filet
My exception is hoes, stone crabs outta
I can make one wish, murder all of my
Shades 10, my car half a mil
say I'm the man, shawty-lo know it real
We keep the in the back, keep them guns in the front
You just where we at, so you can come when you want
I fill my cut to the top, whether or not
My bitch look Toni Braxton, from you makin' me hot
Throw the in the pot, my future look bright
Did my in the dark, long as that paper look right
that dog food nigga, it's that Al Poe top
I can jump off a jet, and go jump in the wok
If it's beef, it's beef, can't sleep on me
My dogs like ninjas, [?] the rice on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so with the dice
Head crack with the left, I'm hitting with right
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on
I'm in this I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire
It's the dog food, let my eat
No, she a dog, bitch, I let my dog
I'm in my dogs Bens, been had it all
I'm sippin' Bel AIr, I'm drown me
So fuck the rap game, they to down me
I'm still strapped mayne, it's county
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from me
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from me
Stones in my pocket, washed jeans
the Mastermind my, elaborate schemes
They say I'm a eclectic, because I prefect it
Take 200 racks the "huh" on your record
the dog food, I let my dogs eat
I got 50Ms, I'm straight cheese
50Ms, I'm straight cheese