Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

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

You love to hear the story, and again
About 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 that's detailed,
Heartless that want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them with raw and denim
Bent minds with them
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 skin
Shorties get the game no instructions of asemblin'
right it seems like the fight is dim in him
Call my man like I'm kin to him
He to stay 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
Cause I had to (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all night gettin' my right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the coming slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

all good in the hood like rats and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, blacks and
Whether on ball
are ball shorts
We never short
With us it's all force air ones
Some some air guns
The day of the ones it's over fo'
Cats is colder than 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 I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards to the grind
Po' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind
Shine the up!
Clench my fists tight and it right up
Freedom in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations, the jaws get
My man to get his way to higher

I in the crib, got 2 kids
And my momma 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 gettin' my right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the coming slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

Yo, hey yo I, I I could 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 run away or put my gun away
You can't on me