Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I stroll up the block, I go I wanna
I look like a baller, I talk like a
Shoot for the stars, up the corner
Bel Air bottle, bust 'em like a Corona
Nigga mean with the rock, trout in the lot
Heidi Klum and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc with
Blonde is the bomb, she know I'm a threat
A nigga as Saddam, just build a house in Tibet
that dog food nigga, know 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 menacing
Timberland boots, trench coat
Kept on all of my chains, cuz game cutthroat
Niggas wanna be weasels, they put in the yoke
Snatch you at Joey Veezzle, through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep some up my sleeve
Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley 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, like I'm Wade, ball 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
They say I'm the man, shawty-lo it real
We keep the in the back, keep them guns in the front
You know just where we at, so you can come when you
I fill my cut to the top, whether or not
My bitch look like Braxton, from you makin' me hot
Throw the white in the pot, my look bright
Did my wrongs in the dark, long as that 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 ninjas, [?] the rice 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 bitch I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on
the dog food, let my dogs 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, Dade county
If you a fuck boy, stay the from 'round me
If you a boy, stay the fuck from 'round me
Stones in my pocket, washed jeans
Label the Mastermind my, schemes
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 straight cheese
50Ms, I'm straight cheese