Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

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 my money right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You to hear the story, again and again
About these brothers from the city 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 with raw and denim
Bent minds with them
A system that victims, we livin' in
My man in the lane pivotin'
On the white is sellin' like m & m
On the get jump off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can it in your skin
Shorties get the game no instructions of asemblin'
Odds it seems like the fight is dim in him
Call my man like I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is him

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
I had to give (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all gettin' my money right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the hood like rats and
Fullbacks and tims, blacks and
Whether on ball
Attires are ball
We never fall
With us all force like air ones
Some wave air guns
The day of the fair ones over fo'
Cats is colder four below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
Wondering if it's for the art or for the
Though I know to grow a gotta learn to let go
Though I know the dough I gotta back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' prisons to my mind
Shine the up!
Clench my fists tight and it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the to get brighter
Situations, the jaws get
My man trying to get his way to

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 gettin' my money
Until the blue and (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

Yo, hey yo I, I know I make it right
If I can just 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
No I run away or put my gun away
You front on me