Luyện nghe bài hát Food, The - (live)

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

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

You love to hear the story and again
these young brothers from the City of Wind
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 wanna in 'em
Felt the South side venom in raw hides and
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that victims

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

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

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

Some waves, some air guns, the days of the 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
I know to grow a nigga, I gotta learn to let go
Though I know to doe, I gotta bring to the ghetto

Arrows on Terot cards to the grind
Po' in more prisons, pointing to my mind
Shine the up, clench 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 weight and 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 and white
Now the coming slow but at least at nigga know
motion better than

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

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