Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

It's sense
Yeah! sense
It's Sense, yeah well
On the Dave Show
Everybody gotta eat It's 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 right
Until the and white
Now the money coming but at least a nigga know
Slow better than

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

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

We in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
On the white is selling like Eminem
On the block it jump off 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 them
my man cuzo like I'm kin to him
He trying to straight, the streets is bending him

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
Until the blue and
Now the money slow but at least a nigga know
Slow better than

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

Some waves, some air guns, the 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 know to grow a nigga, I gotta to let go
Though I know to doe, I gotta back to the ghetto

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

I, I know I could make it
If I just swallow my pride
But I run away 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 front on me