Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

I in the crib, got 2 kids
And my momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
So I had to did I had to did
I had to give (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all night gettin' my right
Until the blue and (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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 the spreewells
And trucks detailed,
Heartless that want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
Bent minds with them
A system tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast pivotin'
On the white is sellin' like m & m
On the block get off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can it in your skin
Shorties get the with no instructions of asemblin'
Odds it seems like the fight is dim in him
Call my man cousin I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the is bendin' him

I walked in the crib, got 2
And my momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
So I had to did I had to did
I had to give (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all night gettin' my right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the coming slow, but at least a nigga know
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the like rats and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, blacks and
on ball courts
Attires are shorts
We never fall
With us it's all force air ones
Some some air guns
The day of the ones it's over fo'
is colder than four below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
Wondering if for the art or for the dough
Though I know to a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto
or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind
Po' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind
the light up!
Clench my fists and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get
Situations, the get tighter
My man to get his way to higher

I in the crib, got 2 kids
And my baby late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
So I had to did I had to did
Cause I had to (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all night my money right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a know
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

Yo, hey yo I, I know I could it right
If I can swallow my pride
But I run away or put my gun away
You can't on me
I, no I let it ride
No no not
No I can't run away or put my gun
You front on me