Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

common sense
Yeah! sense
It's Sense, yeah well
On the Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat 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, getting my right
the blue and white
Now the money coming but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better

You love to hear the story again and
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 the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed
Heartless females wanna ride in 'em
Felt the South venom in raw hides and denim
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries

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

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

It's all good in the hood like 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 is colder than four 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
Though I to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto

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

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, my money right
Until the and white
Now the money coming slow but at least at know
Slow motion better

I, I I could make it right
If I could just my pride
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