Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

I in the crib, got 2 kids
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
Until the blue and (popo, popo, popo)
Now the coming slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to hear the story, again and
About these young brothers from the city of
Like juice and gin in the we blend
Amongst the hustle, and skin, fifties and rims
know the spreewells
And that's detailed,
Heartless females that to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
Bent minds collide with
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 off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can feel it in your
Shorties get the game with no of asemblin'
right it seems like the fight is dim in him
Call my man cousin I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is 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 right
Until the blue and (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 rats and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, and rims
Whether on courts
are ball shorts
We fall 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 than four below,
I go toe to toe
Wondering if for the art or for the dough
I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I know the I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my
the light up!
Clench my tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get
Situations, the jaws get
My man trying to get his way to

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 night my money right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga
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 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 away or put my gun
You can't on me