Ar "year of the dog" lyrics

I walk so much that my shoes are worn out, like Shaolin football

Listen to my rap, it's like watching Yao Ming at the free throw line

I sleep later than owls, like all my brothers

The next day I got up too early, man. I told the rooster to get up

They exercise, 999 A.K., 999 paydays every three years

I squashed 999 rappers, I scattered 999 roses

Flow D. rose, your skin is itchy. You need a 999

Rapper Wang, man, I write words like poetry, 666

I am in Shanghai stand dry, calling Canghai a smile

My drunken fist is like Jackie chain, and my kung fu is like Stephen Chow

Hold the pop point, squeeze the smiling face, you play the script, all eager to perform

One hook on my left hand and one hook off my right hand. I have to ask director Tsui Hark for my next MV

Before I like rap, I used to like Xu Guanjie

In the past, when I was at school, I had to save money by myself

You can't see my rhyme, because your aesthetic ability is limited

Don't touch me, Pikachu. Be careful, man. I have electricity

This that real, my rap real, Guangdong stand up still

My morning tea is a little chilly, and my roast meat is a little trill

This that real, my rap real, Guangdong stand up still x2

I have too many appointments during the Spring Festival

I go straight to the cash

And My dog, goin get it right on this year ay

And My dog, keep their mind on this year ay

Year of the Dog, Year of the Dog

Year of the Dog, you know I got the sauce

And My dog, goin get it right on this year ay

And My dog, goin get it right on this year ay

It’s da new year,the new year,the year of the dog

Faker's story is very popular and his role is ridiculous

They used to laugh at you when you were poor

When you finish practicing kung fu, I'll call you Michelle Yeoh, Michelle Yeoh

You can play dumb without saying a word, so peace is normal

But being makes people healthy and diss makes people grow up

D. I'm the O.G

It feels like listening to the rap is like listening to monkey play. I thought you were playing journey to the West

We don't wear Gucci in the year of the dog. We're all in Alexander Wang

Look at these rappers. One, two, three, four are all the same. Man, take a stick and give you a "bar"

Bullets "touch" you, just like my performance price, man, all our "cards" are "ten thousand"

Never with the "cop" from any of the beef, with the brothers share the "cake", pinching fingers

Holding Starbucks every day, the new Bach of music circle

King of the jungle is here. I'll get you Simba fever

It’s new year new year

In charge of streets, like property

Superficial people have to pay me to show up

Ignore new rapper

Cleaning up this circle, man, is like domestic service

I have too many appointments during the Spring Festival

I go straight to the cash

And My dog, goin get it right on this year ay

And My dog, keep their mind on this year ay

Year of the Dog, Year of the Dog

Year of the Dog, you know I got the sauce

And My dog, goin get it right on this year ay

And My dog, goin get it right on this year ay

Year of the Dog, Year of the Dog，Year of the Dog, you know I got the sauce X 2

Yeah, Ayy

Yeah, Ayy