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

You love to the story, again 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 know the
And that's detailed,
Heartless females that want to in 'em
the southside in them with raw hides and denim
Bent minds with them
A that tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast pivotin'
On the block white is sellin' m & m
On the get jump off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can feel it in your
Shorties get the game no instructions of asemblin'
Odds right it like the fight is dim in him
my man cousin 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
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 better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the hood like and gyms
and tims, blacks and rims
Whether on courts
Attires are shorts
We never short
With us all force like air ones
Some wave some air
The day of the ones it's over fo'
Cats is colder four below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
Wondering if for the art or for the dough
Though I know to grow a nigga gotta to let go
Though I know the dough I gotta bring to the ghetto
Aeros or cards pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' pointin' to my mind
Shine the up!
my fists tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom in dark gear for the years 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
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 slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

Yo, hey yo I, I I could make 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 can't let it
No no not
No I can't run or put my gun away
You can't on me