Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I stroll up the block, I go where I
I look like a baller, I talk like a
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 Klum and my neighbors, ciroc with Barack
Blonde bitch is the bomb, she I'm a threat
A nigga 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 kibbles and
They fed time now, they send us in quick
You in your bed tied down, you on some shit
Timberland boots, black trench
Kept on all of my chains, cuz this cutthroat
wanna be weasels, till they put in the yoke
Snatch you at Veezzle, walk through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep some up my sleeve
Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she could breathe
I don't know her name, I her passenger seat
All I want is her brain, so fuck her masters
I ball like I'm Maly, like I'm Wade, ball like I'm 'Bron
I like the lobster
My exception is hoes, crabs outta Joes
I can make one wish, all of my foes
Shades cost 10, my car a mil
They say I'm the man, shawty-lo it real
We keep the cash in the back, them guns in the front
You know just we at, so you can come when you want
I fill my cut to the top, purple or not
My bitch look like Braxton, from you makin' me hot
Throw the white in the pot, my future bright
Did my wrongs in the dark, long as paper look right
It's that dog food nigga, that Al Poe top
I can jump off a jet, and go straight in the wok
If it's beef, it's beef, they sleep on me
My dogs dressed like ninjas, [?] the on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so mean the dice
Head crack with the left, I'm hitting trips with
I'm in this I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, I'm on fire
the dog food, let my dogs eat
No, she a dog, bitch, I let my dog
I'm in my dogs Bens, had it all week
I'm sippin' Bel AIr, I'm drown me
So fuck the rap game, they tried to me
I'm still strapped mayne, it's county
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck 'round me
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from me
in my pocket, stone washed jeans
Label the my, elaborate schemes
They say I'm a eclectic, because I prefect it
200 racks 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 talkin' straight