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

You love to the story, again and again
About young brothers from the city of wind
juice and gin in the city we blend
Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and
know the spreewells
And trucks detailed,
females that want to ride in 'em
Felt the southside in them raw hides and denim
Bent minds collide them
A system tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast lane
On the block is sellin' like m & m
On the block get jump off 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 the fight is dim in him
my man cousin like I'm kin to him
He to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him

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 blue and (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 like and gyms
Fullbacks and tims, and rims
Whether on courts
are ball shorts
We never short
With us it's all like air ones
Some some air guns
The day of the ones it's over fo'
Cats is colder than four below,
I go toe to toe
Wondering if for the art or for the dough
Though I to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
Though I know the I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the
Po' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind
Shine the up!
my fists tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the to get brighter
Situations, the jaws get
My man to get his way to higher

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

Yo, hey yo I, I know I make 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 can't let it
No no not
No I can't run away or put my gun
You front on me