Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

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
Slow better 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
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and
Y'all know the
And trucks detailed,
Heartless females that want to in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
minds collide with them
A system that victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast lane
On the block white is sellin' m & m
On the get jump off like Kim 'n 'em
On the is how you can feel it in your skin
Shorties get the game 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
Cause I had to (dough, dough, dough)
I'm up all night gettin' my right
Until the blue and (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at least a nigga
Slow better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all good in the like rats and gyms
and tims, blacks and rims
Whether on ball
Attires are shorts
We never short
With us it's all force air ones
Some some air guns
The day of the ones it's over fo'
is colder than four below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
Wondering if for the art or for the dough
Though I know to a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I know the dough I gotta back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' pointin' to my mind
the light up!
Clench my tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the 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 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 blue and (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 make it
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 can't run or put my gun away
You front on me