Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

Tonight's musical
Two of Chicago's emcees
it up for Common and Kanye West

It's common
Yeah! Common
Common Sense, yeah well
On the Chappelle Show
Everybody gotta eat right? the food, baby

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, my money right
the blue and white
Now the money coming but at least a nigga know
motion better than

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

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

We in, my man in the fast lane pivoting
On the block white is selling like
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
Eyes bright, it seem 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 late
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 coming slow but at least a know
Slow motion than

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

Some waves, some air guns, the of the fair one is over
For cats is colder than 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 gotta bring back to the

on Terot cards pointing to the grind
Po' livin' in more prisons, pointing to my
Shine the light up, clench my fists tight, the right up
Freedom fight in gear for the years to get brighter
and jobs get tighter
My man to get his weight and height up, c'mon

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

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

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