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
Until the blue and (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to hear the story, and again
About these young brothers from the of wind
Like and gin in the city we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and
Y'all the spreewells
And trucks detailed,
Heartless females that to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them with raw and denim
minds collide with them
A system that tries victims, we in
My man in the lane pivotin'
On the block white is like m & m
On the block get jump off Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can it in your skin
get the game with no instructions of asemblin'
Odds right it seems the fight is dim in him
Call my man like I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is 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
I had to give (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all night gettin' my money
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the coming slow, but at least a nigga know
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all in the hood like rats and gyms
and tims, blacks and rims
Whether on ball
Attires are ball
We fall short
With us it's all like air ones
Some wave some air
The day of the fair it's over fo'
Cats is than four below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
if it's for the art or for the dough
Though I know to a nigga gotta learn to let go
I know 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 fight in dark gear for the years to get
Situations, the jaws get
My man to get his way to higher

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 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)

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