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
Cause I had to (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all gettin' my money right
the blue and whites (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 hear the story, again and
About young brothers from the city of wind
Like juice and gin in the city we
the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
Y'all know the
And that's detailed,
Heartless females that to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in with raw hides and denim
Bent minds collide with
A system that tries victims, we in
My man in the fast pivotin'
On the white 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 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 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
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 coming slow, but at a nigga know
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the hood like and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, blacks and
on ball courts
Attires are ball
We never short
With us it's all force 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 know to grow a nigga learn to let go
Though I know the dough I gotta back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' prisons to my mind
the light up!
Clench my tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get
Situations, the get tighter
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 gettin' my money right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

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