Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

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

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

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

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

And then shorties get the game but no to assembling
bright, it seem like the fight is dimming them
Call my man cuzo I'm kin to him
He trying to stay straight, the 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, getting my money
Until the and white
Now the money slow but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than

all good in the hood like raps and gems
Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and
Whether on courts, attires of all sorts
We fall 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
if it's for the art or for the doe
Though I to grow a nigga, I gotta learn to let go
I know to doe, I gotta bring back to the ghetto

Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the
Po' livin' in more prisons, to my mind
Shine the up, clench my fists tight, holding the right up
Freedom in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations and jobs get
My man to get his weight and height 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 right
Until the blue and
Now the money slow but at least at nigga know
Slow motion better

I, I know I could make it
If I could just swallow my
But I run away or put my gun away
You front on me

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