Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

common sense
Yeah! sense
Common Sense, yeah well
On the Chappelle Show
gotta eat right? It's the food, baby

I walked in the crib, got two
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 blue and
Now the coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow better than

You to hear the story again and again
About these young from the City of Wind
Like and gin in the city, we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and

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

We living in, my man in the fast lane
On the block white is selling like
On the block it jump off like Kim and
On the block hot, you can feel it in your skin

And then shorties get the game but no 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 is bending him

I walked in the crib, got two
And my baby mama
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 slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better

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

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

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

I walked in the crib, got two
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 coming slow but at least at nigga know
motion better than

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