Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

Tonight's guest
Two of finest emcees
Give it up for and Kanye West

It's sense
Yeah! sense
Common Sense, yeah well
On the Dave Chappelle
Everybody eat right? It's the food, baby

I in the crib, got two kids
And my baby mama
So I had to did, I had to did
I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my money
Until the and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga
motion better than

You love to hear the again and again
About these young brothers from the City of
Like juice and gin in the city, we
Amongst the hustle, and skin, fifties and rims

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks detailed
Heartless females wanna ride in 'em
Felt the South side in raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide 'em, a system that tries victims

We living in, my man in the lane pivoting
On the block is selling like Eminem
On the block it jump off like Kim and
On the block it's hot, you can feel it in skin

And then get the game but no instructions to assembling
bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them
Call my man cuzo I'm kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the streets is him

I walked in the crib, got two
And my baby late
So I had to did, I had to did
I had to get

I'm up all night, getting my right
Until the and white
Now the coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better

It's all good in the like raps and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, and rims
Whether on ball courts, attires of all
We never fall short, with us our Force like And 1's

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is
For is colder than four below, with self, I go toe to toe
if it's for the art or for the doe
Though I know to grow a nigga, I learn to let go
Though I to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Arrows on cards pointing to the grind
Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my
Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, holding the up
Freedom in dark gear for the years to get brighter
and jobs get tighter
My man to get his weight and height up, c'mon

I in the crib, got two kids
And my baby late
So I had to did, I had to did
I had to get

I'm up all night, my money right
Until the blue and
Now the money coming slow but at least at nigga
Slow motion than

I, I I could make it right
If I just swallow my pride
But I run away or put my gun away
You front on me

I, no, I let it ride
No, no, not
See, I can't run or put my gun away
You front on me