Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

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 slow, but at least a nigga know
motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to hear the story, and again
these young brothers from the city of wind
Like juice and gin in the city we
Amongst the hustle, and skin, fifties and rims
Y'all know the
And trucks detailed,
Heartless females that want to in 'em
the southside in them with raw hides and denim
Bent collide with them
A system that victims, we livin' in
My man in the lane pivotin'
On the block white is like m & m
On the block get off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can feel it in your
Shorties get the game with no of asemblin'
right it seems like 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 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 money
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 rats and gyms
and tims, blacks and rims
Whether on courts
are ball shorts
We fall short
us it's all force like air ones
Some some air guns
The day of the fair ones it's fo'
is colder than 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 learn to let go
Though I know the dough I gotta bring to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' prisons to my mind
Shine the up!
Clench my fists and holdin' 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 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 gettin' 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 front on me
I, no I let it ride
No no not
No I run away or put my gun away
You front on me