Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

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 gettin' my right
the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You to hear the story, again and again
About these young brothers from the city of
juice and gin in the city we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and
Y'all the spreewells
And that's detailed,
Heartless that want to ride in 'em
Felt the in them with raw hides and denim
Bent minds with them
A that tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the lane pivotin'
On the block is sellin' like m & m
On the block get jump off Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can feel it in your
Shorties get the game with no of asemblin'
Odds right it seems like the is dim in him
my man cousin like I'm kin to him
He tryin' to straight, the streets is bendin' him

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

It's all good in the hood rats and gyms
and tims, blacks and rims
Whether on courts
Attires are ball
We never short
us it's all force like air ones
Some wave some air
The day of the fair ones it's fo'
Cats is colder four below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
if it's for the art or for the dough
Though I to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I know the I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my
Shine the up!
Clench my fists tight and holdin' it up
fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations, the get tighter
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 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)

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 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