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 right
the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the money coming slow, but at a nigga know
Slow motion better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to the story, again and again
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 know the
And that's detailed,
females that want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them with raw hides and
minds collide with them
A that tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the lane pivotin'
On the block white is like m & m
On the get jump 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 seems like the is dim in him
Call my man cousin I'm kin to him
He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is him

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

It's all good in the hood like and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, blacks and
Whether on courts
Attires are shorts
We never short
With us it's all force air ones
Some some air guns
The day of the fair ones 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 to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot pointin' to the grind
Po' livin' and mo' prisons to my mind
the light up!
Clench my fists and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the to get brighter
Situations, the jaws get
My man trying to get his way to

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 right
Until the blue and (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 could it right
If I can swallow my pride
But I run away or put my gun away
You front on me
I, no I let it ride
No no not
No I can't run away or put my gun
You front on me