Luyện nghe bài hát Dog Food

I stroll up the block, I go I wanna
I look a baller, I talk like a owner
Shoot for the stars, up the corner
Black Bel Air bottle, bust 'em like a
Nigga mean with the rock, blow in the lot
Heidi Klum and my neighbors, sippin' ciroc Barack
Blonde is the bomb, she know I'm a threat
A nigga rich as Saddam, build a house in Tibet
It's that dog food nigga, I'm killin' the bitch
It's that Al Post talk, you kibbles and bits
They talkin' fed time now, they send us in
You in your bed tied down, you on some menacing
boots, black trench coat
Kept on all of my chains, cuz this cutthroat
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 some up my sleeve
Got your bitch in the Lamborghini, she barley could
I don't know her name, I call her passenger
All I want is her brain, so fuck her degree
I ball like I'm Maly, like I'm Wade, ball like I'm 'Bron
I the lobster filet
My exception is hoes, stone outta Joes
I can one wish, murder all of my foes
Shades cost 10, my car a mil
They say I'm the man, know it real
We keep the cash in the back, keep guns in the front
You know just where we at, so you can come you want
I fill my cut to the top, whether or not
My bitch look 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 paper right
that dog food nigga, it's that Al Poe top
I can off a jet, and go jump straight in the wok
If beef, it's beef, they can't sleep on me
My dogs like ninjas, [?] the rice on me
Life is a gamble, I'm so mean with the
crack with the left, I'm hitting trips with right
I'm in this bitch I'm on fire, I'm on fire
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, they to down me
I'm still strapped mayne, it's Dade
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck 'round me
If you a fuck boy, stay the fuck 'round me
Stones in my pocket, washed jeans
Label the Mastermind my, elaborate
They say I'm a eclectic, I gotta prefect it
Take 200 racks the "huh" on your record
It's the dog food, I let my eat
I got 50Ms, I'm talkin' straight
50Ms, I'm talkin' straight