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
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the coming slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to hear the story, again and
About these young from the city of wind
Like and gin in the city we blend
the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
Y'all the spreewells
And that's detailed,
females that want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
Bent minds collide with
A system tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast pivotin'
On the white is sellin' 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 instructions of
Odds right it like the fight is dim in him
Call my man cousin I'm kin to him
He tryin' to straight, the streets is bendin' him

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 gettin' my money right
Until the and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at 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
on ball courts
Attires are ball
We never short
us it's all force like air ones
Some wave 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
Though I know the dough I gotta back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the
Po' livin' and mo' pointin' to my mind
Shine the up!
Clench my tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark 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 gettin' my money right
the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at a nigga know
Slow motion than (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 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