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
Cause I had to (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 a nigga know
Slow motion better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to hear the story, and again
About these brothers from the city of wind
Like juice and gin in the we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and
Y'all the spreewells
And trucks detailed,
Heartless females that to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them with raw hides and
Bent collide with them
A system tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast lane
On the white is sellin' like m & m
On the block get off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can feel it in skin
Shorties get the with no instructions of asemblin'
Odds right it 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 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
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 slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

all good in the hood 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
wave 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 know the dough I gotta back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the
Po' livin' and mo' pointin' to my mind
Shine the up!
Clench my fists and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark for the years to get brighter
Situations, the get tighter
My man to get his way to higher

I walked in the crib, got 2
And my baby momma (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 slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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