Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I stroll up the block, I go where I
I look like a baller, I talk a owner
for the stars, shoot up the corner
Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em a Corona
Nigga mean with the rock, trout in the lot
Klum and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc with Barack
Blonde bitch is the bomb, she know I'm a
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 talkin' fed time now, they 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 they put in the
you at Joey Veezzle, walk through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I some shit up my sleeve
Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley could
I know her name, I call her passenger seat
All I want is her brain, so fuck her degree
I ball like I'm Maly, ball like I'm Wade, like I'm 'Bron
I like the filet
My exception is hoes, crabs outta Joes
I can make one wish, all of my foes
Shades cost 10, my car a mil
say I'm the man, shawty-lo know it real
We keep the cash in the back, keep 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 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 can't on me
My dressed like ninjas, [?] the rice on me
is a gamble, I'm so mean with the dice
Head crack with the left, I'm trips with right
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, I'm on fire
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 Bens, been had it all week
I'm Bel AIr, I'm tryna drown me
So fuck the rap game, they tried to 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 from 'round me
Stones in my pocket, stone washed
Label the my, elaborate schemes
They say I'm a eclectic, because I 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 talkin' straight