Luyện nghe bài hát Food for Thought

(so you know there's a lotta darkness out
We watch it all
I'm busy looking at the sayin
"damn, that's some darkness over there", you

And we have to focus on it, sayin, you know
"y'all be cool")

(mh-mh-mh)

Ah
it out, y'all
A little for thought
For in the ghetto
Actin wild, livin
Cause think it's in style
Know what I'm

Now every has a nice child
But because of the things around em they change up they whole
I knew a kid with a little
He had a little gear, yo, his was middle class
But girls to say he was so chopped
And brothers the way wasn't tryin to give him no props
He was quiet, he used to lounge and play the smooth
Brothers tried to diss him, he ain't sweat it, it was though
Confidence is what the child
He was tryin to scoop this he was sweatin since a while back
He asked to go with him
Since he didn't have a name, that ain't give him no rhythm
of fact, she made him feel low
She said she a man that was out there makin real dough
So it was a lot he had to prove
So money said 'fuck it' and up his whole attitude

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(time to get it)
Yo, better chill
(time to bills)
(yo, y'all chill
(hey yo, I get ill)
Yo, y'all better
(so what's the muthafuckin )
Yo, better chill

Now he had to quick figures
So he started sellin drugs, honey wanted a rich nigga
He was livin and then some
He started killin niggas and buildin figures for his
He had the fat rides he drove in
He was clockin dough, hoes, money was loungin
And waitin for a nigga to him
You know, play him, try to slay him, or him
Let some brother tried to with him
He hesitate to pull out and let off his whole clip in em
He was wettin niggas like
Shit, he was packin iron than vitamins
Now the brothers mad money
And guess who pops up on the scene, yo, it's the bad
Now on the block hawkin
Before no words, now he can't get that bitch to talkin
He her to cut the shit
He laid her, played her, told the hoe to his dick
He said he was out to get money
So the fuck off, because paybacks is a bitch, honey
She only got she deserved (word)
He kicked that stupid to the curb
Cause man, he had his whole shit
Cause the nigags who to diss him was all on his dick now

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was how he imagined it
But word got out, and other dealers havin it
The hoe he dissed, and told on him
So one day fellas ran up and the rolled on him
Shot em up blow-me-down
Cause if money wasn't catholic, he was now
He had it on and played the perfect role
But ask yourself a question: was it worth it

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