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
Cause I had to (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
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to the story, again and again
About young brothers from the city of wind
Like juice and gin in the we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and
Y'all the spreewells
And trucks detailed,
Heartless females that want to in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
Bent collide with them
A that tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast pivotin'
On the block white is like m & m
On the get jump off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can it in your skin
Shorties get the 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 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 gettin' my money
Until the and whites (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 good in the hood like rats and
Fullbacks and tims, blacks and
on ball courts
Attires are ball
We never fall
With us it's all force like air
Some some air guns
The day of the fair it's over fo'
Cats is colder four below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
Wondering if it's for the art or for the
Though I know to grow a nigga gotta to let go
I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the
Po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my
the light up!
Clench my fists and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in 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 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 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)

Yo, hey yo I, I know I could it right
If I can just my pride
But I can't run away or put my gun
You front 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