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 money
Until the blue and (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at a nigga know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to 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 know the
And that's detailed,
females that want to ride in 'em
Felt the in them with raw hides and denim
minds collide with them
A that tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast pivotin'
On the block white is like m & m
On the block get jump off Kim 'n 'em
On the is how you can feel it in your skin
get the game with no instructions of asemblin'
Odds right it seems 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 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 and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money slow, but at least a nigga know
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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

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

Yo, hey yo I, I know I could make it
If I can just my pride
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