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, 'em like a Corona
Nigga mean the rock, blow trout in the lot
Heidi and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc with Barack
Blonde is the bomb, she know I'm a threat
A rich as Saddam, just build a house in Tibet
It's that dog food nigga, I'm killin' the bitch
It's that Al Post talk, you getting and bits
They fed time now, they send us in quick
You in your bed tied down, you on some shit
Timberland boots, trench coat
Kept on all of my chains, cuz this game
Niggas be weasels, till they put in the yoke
Snatch you at Joey Veezzle, walk the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep shit up my sleeve
Got bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley could breathe
I know her name, I call her passenger seat
All I is her brain, so fuck her masters degree
I ball like I'm Maly, ball like I'm Wade, ball I'm 'Bron
I like the lobster
My exception is hoes, crabs outta Joes
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 cash in the back, keep them guns in the
You know just where we at, so you can come when you
I fill my cut to the top, purple or not
My bitch look like Toni Braxton, from you me hot
the white in the pot, my future look bright
Did my wrongs in the dark, long as paper look right
It's that dog food nigga, it's Al Poe top
I can off a jet, and go jump straight in the wok
If it's beef, it's beef, they can't on me
My dogs dressed like ninjas, [?] the on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so with the dice
Head with the left, I'm hitting trips with right
I'm in bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire
I'm in bitch 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, had it all week
I'm Bel AIr, I'm tryna drown me
So fuck the rap game, they to down me
I'm still strapped mayne, it's Dade
If you a fuck boy, the fuck from 'round me
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck 'round me
Stones in my pocket, stone jeans
Label the Mastermind my, elaborate
say I'm a eclectic, because I gotta prefect it
Take 200 just the "huh" on your record
It's the dog food, I let my eat
I got 50Ms, I'm talkin' cheese
50Ms, I'm straight cheese