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

You love to the story, again and again
these young brothers from the city of wind
Like juice and gin in the we blend
the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
Y'all the spreewells
And trucks detailed,
Heartless females want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
Bent minds with them
A system that victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast lane
On the block white is sellin' 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 like the is dim in him
Call my man like I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is him

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 know
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the like rats and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, and rims
Whether on courts
Attires are ball
We never short
With us it's all force air ones
wave some air guns
The day of the fair it's over fo'
Cats is 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 bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or cards pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' pointin' to my mind
the light up!
Clench my fists tight and holdin' it up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the to get brighter
Situations, the jaws get
My man to get his way to higher

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
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 least a nigga
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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