Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I up the block, I go where I wanna
I look a baller, I talk like a owner
for the stars, shoot up the corner
Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em like a
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, know I'm killin' the
that Al Post talk, you getting kibbles and bits
They talkin' fed time now, they send us in
You in bed tied down, you on some menacing shit
boots, black trench coat
Kept on all of my chains, cuz this cutthroat
Niggas wanna be weasels, they put in the yoke
you at Joey Veezzle, walk through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep some shit up my
Got bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley could breathe
I don't know her name, I call her seat
All I want is her brain, so her masters degree
I ball like I'm Maly, ball like I'm Wade, like I'm 'Bron
I the lobster filet
My is hoes, stone crabs outta Joes
I can one wish, murder all of my foes
cost 10, my car half a mil
They say I'm the man, know 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 my cut to the top, whether purple or not
My bitch look like Braxton, from you makin' me hot
the white in the pot, my future look bright
Did my wrongs in the dark, long as that look right
It's that dog 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 sleep on me
My dogs dressed ninjas, [?] the rice on me
is a gamble, I'm so mean with the dice
Head crack with the left, I'm hitting trips right
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on
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 tryna me
So fuck the rap game, tried to down me
I'm strapped mayne, it's Dade county
If you a fuck boy, stay the from 'round me
If you a fuck boy, stay the from 'round me
in my pocket, stone washed jeans
Label the my, elaborate schemes
They say I'm a eclectic, I gotta prefect it
Take 200 racks just the "huh" on your
It's the dog food, I let my eat
I got 50Ms, I'm talkin' cheese
50Ms, I'm straight cheese