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, ciroc with Barack
bitch is the bomb, she know I'm a threat
A nigga rich as Saddam, just build a house in
It's that dog nigga, know I'm killin' the bitch
It's that Al 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
Timberland boots, trench coat
Kept on all of my chains, cuz game cutthroat
Niggas be weasels, till they put in the yoke
you at Joey Veezzle, walk through the city of dope
Got a few watches, I keep shit up my sleeve
Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley breathe
I don't know her name, I call her passenger
All I want is her brain, so fuck her masters
I ball I'm Maly, ball like I'm Wade, ball like I'm 'Bron
I like the filet
My is hoes, stone crabs outta Joes
I can make one wish, murder all of my
Shades 10, my car half 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 my cut to the top, whether purple or not
My look like Toni Braxton, from you makin' me hot
Throw the white in the pot, my future bright
Did my wrongs in the dark, long as that paper look
It's that dog food nigga, that Al Poe top
I can off a jet, and go jump straight in the wok
If it's beef, it's beef, can't sleep on me
My dogs like ninjas, [?] the rice on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so with the dice
Head crack with the left, I'm hitting trips 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, they to down me
I'm strapped mayne, it's Dade county
If you a boy, stay the fuck from 'round me
If you a fuck boy, stay the from 'round me
in my pocket, stone washed jeans
Label the Mastermind my, schemes
They say I'm a eclectic, because I prefect it
Take 200 racks just the "huh" on record
It's the dog food, I let my eat
I got 50Ms, I'm straight cheese
50Ms, I'm talkin' straight