Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

common sense
Yeah! sense
It's 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 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 but at least a nigga know
Slow better than

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

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's
Heartless females wanna 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 lane pivoting
On the white is selling like Eminem
On the block it jump off Kim and them
On the block it's hot, you can it in your skin

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

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 money
Until the and white
Now the money coming slow but at a nigga know
motion better than

It's all good in the hood like raps and
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and
on ball courts, attires of all sorts
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 cats is 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 gotta to let go
Though I know to doe, I gotta back to the ghetto

Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the
Po' in more prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the light up, clench my tight, holding the right up
Freedom fight in gear for the years to get brighter
Situations and jobs get
My man trying to get his weight and height up,

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, getting my right
Until the blue and
Now the money coming but at least at nigga know
motion better than

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

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