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, yeah
On the Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat right? the food, baby

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 money
Until the and white
Now the money coming but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than

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

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

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

And then shorties get the game but no to assembling
Eyes bright, it seem like the fight is them
my man cuzo like I'm kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the streets is 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 blue and
Now the money coming slow but at a nigga know
Slow motion better

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

waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over
For cats is 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 to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the
Po' livin' in prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the light up, my fists tight, holding the right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the 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 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 at nigga know
Slow motion than

I, I I could make it right
If I just swallow my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun
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