Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I stroll up the block, I go I wanna
I like a baller, I talk like a owner
for the stars, shoot up the corner
Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em like a
Nigga mean the rock, blow trout in the lot
Heidi Klum and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc with
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 kibbles and
They talkin' fed now, they send us in quick
You in your bed down, you on some menacing shit
Timberland boots, black trench
Kept on all of my chains, cuz this game
Niggas be weasels, till they put in the yoke
Snatch you at Veezzle, walk through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep shit up my sleeve
Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she could breathe
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 I'm Wade, ball like I'm 'Bron
I like the filet
My exception is hoes, stone outta Joes
I can make one wish, murder all of my
cost 10, my car half a mil
They say I'm the man, shawty-lo know it
We keep the cash in the back, keep them in the front
You know just where we at, so you can when you want
I fill my cut to the top, whether or not
My bitch look like Toni Braxton, you makin' me hot
the white in the pot, my future look bright
Did my wrongs in the dark, long as paper look right
It's dog food nigga, it's that Al Poe top
I can off a jet, and go jump straight in the wok
If it's beef, beef, they can't sleep on me
My dogs like ninjas, [?] the rice on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so with the dice
crack with the left, I'm hitting trips with right
I'm in bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on fire
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, bitch I'm on
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, tried to down me
I'm still mayne, it's Dade county
If you a boy, stay the fuck from 'round me
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck from me
Stones in my pocket, stone washed
Label the my, elaborate schemes
They say I'm a eclectic, because I prefect it
Take 200 racks the "huh" on your record
the dog food, I let my dogs eat
I got 50Ms, I'm talkin' cheese
50Ms, I'm talkin' straight