Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

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

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

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's
Heartless females that wanna in 'em
Felt the South venom in raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a that tries victims

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

And shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling
Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is dimming
my man cuzo like I'm kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the streets is 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, getting my right
the blue and white
Now the coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than

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

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the one is over
For cats is colder 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 bring back to the

Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the
Po' livin' in prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up
Freedom fight in dark for the years to get brighter
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, my money right
the blue and white
Now the money coming slow but at at nigga know
Slow motion than

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

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