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
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)

You love to hear the story, and again
About these young 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,
females that want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
Bent minds collide them
A that tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast lane
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 skin
get the game with no instructions of asemblin'
Odds right it seems the fight is dim in him
Call my man cousin I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the is bendin' him

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

It's all in the hood like rats and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, and rims
Whether on ball
Attires are shorts
We fall short
With us all force like air ones
wave some air guns
The day of the fair ones it's 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 to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or cards pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my
Shine the up!
Clench my tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations, the get tighter
My man trying to get his way to

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 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 I could make it right
If I can just swallow my
But I run away or put my gun away
You front on me
I, no I can't let it
No no not
No I can't run away or put my gun
You front on me