Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

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

You love to hear the story, again and
About these young brothers the city of wind
Like juice and gin in the city we
the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
Y'all the spreewells
And trucks detailed,
Heartless females want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
minds collide with them
A system that tries victims, we in
My man in the lane pivotin'
On the block white is 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'
right it seems like the fight is dim in him
Call my man like I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the is bendin' him

I walked in the crib, got 2
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 right
the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a know
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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

I walked in the crib, got 2
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 know
Slow motion better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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