Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I stroll up the block, I go where I
I look like a baller, I like a owner
Shoot for the stars, up the corner
Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em like a
Nigga mean with the rock, trout in the lot
Heidi Klum and my neighbors, sippin' with Barack
Blonde bitch is the bomb, she know I'm a
A nigga rich as Saddam, just build a house in
It's dog food nigga, know I'm killin' the bitch
It's that Al Post talk, you getting kibbles and
talkin' 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 game
wanna be weasels, till they put in the yoke
Snatch you at Joey Veezzle, walk through the city of
Got a few watches, I keep shit 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 her masters degree
I ball I'm Maly, ball like I'm Wade, ball like I'm 'Bron
I like the lobster
My exception is hoes, stone crabs 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 know it
We keep the cash in the back, keep guns in the front
You know just we at, so you can come when you want
I my cut to the top, whether purple or not
My bitch like Toni Braxton, from you makin' me hot
Throw the in the pot, my future look bright
Did my wrongs in the dark, long as that look right
that dog food nigga, it's 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 dogs dressed like ninjas, [?] the on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so mean with the
Head crack with the left, I'm trips with right
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on
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, been had it all
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, the fuck from 'round me
Stones in my pocket, stone jeans
Label the my, elaborate schemes
They say I'm a eclectic, I gotta prefect it
200 racks 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 talkin' straight