Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

It's common
Yeah! Common
It's Common Sense, well
On the Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat 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 right
Until the blue and
Now the coming slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better

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

Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks detailed
Heartless that wanna ride in 'em
the South side venom in raw hides and denim
Pimp collide with 'em, a system that tries victims

We in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
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 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 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
Until the and white
Now the money coming slow but at least a nigga
Slow motion than

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

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

Arrows on Terot cards to the grind
Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my
Shine the light up, clench my tight, holding the right up
fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations and jobs get
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 right
the blue and white
Now the money coming but at least at nigga know
Slow motion than

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

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