Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

Tonight's musical
Two of finest emcees
Give it up for Common and Kanye

It's common
Yeah! sense
It's Common Sense, well
On the Dave Chappelle
gotta eat right? 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, getting my money
Until the blue and
Now the coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better

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

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

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

And then shorties get the but no instructions to assembling
Eyes bright, it seem the fight is dimming them
my man cuzo 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 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 coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than

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

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

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

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
the blue and white
Now the money slow but at least at nigga know
Slow better than

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

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