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 night gettin' my money
the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You to hear the story, again and again
About these young brothers from the city of
Like juice and gin in the city we
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, and rims
Y'all the spreewells
And that's detailed,
Heartless females want 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 block white is like m & m
On the block get jump off Kim 'n 'em
On the is how you can feel it in your skin
Shorties get the with no instructions of asemblin'
Odds right it seems like the is dim in him
my man cousin like I'm kin to him
He to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him

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

It's all good in the hood like and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, blacks and
Whether on ball
Attires are ball
We fall short
us it's all force like air ones
Some wave some air
The day of the fair it's over fo'
Cats is colder than below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
Wondering if for the art or for the dough
Though I to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the
Aeros or Tarot pointin' to the grind
Po' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind
the light up!
Clench my fists tight and it right up
Freedom in dark gear for the years to get brighter
Situations, the get tighter
My man to get his way to higher

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 money coming slow, but at a nigga know
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

Yo, hey yo I, I know I make it right
If I can swallow 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 can't run or put my gun away
You front on me