Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

It's common
Yeah! Common
It's Common Sense, yeah
On the Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat It's the food, baby

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

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

You love to the story again and again
About young brothers from the City of Wind
Like juice and gin in the city, we
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, and rims

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

We living in, my man in the fast lane
On the white 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 shorties get the game but no instructions to
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 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 right
the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at a nigga know
Slow motion than

It's all good in the hood like and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, and rims
on ball courts, attires of all sorts
We never fall short, with us it's our Force 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
Wondering if for the art or for the doe
I know to grow a nigga, I gotta learn to let go
Though I know to doe, I gotta bring to the ghetto

on Terot cards pointing to the grind
Po' in more prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, the right up
fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations and jobs get
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, getting my right
Until the and white
Now the money coming slow but at at nigga know
Slow motion better

I, I know I could it right
If I could swallow my pride
But I can't run or put my gun away
You front on me

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