Luyện nghe bài hát The Food

I in the crib, got 2 kids
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
the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo)
Now the coming slow, but at least a nigga know
Slow motion better (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

You love to hear the story, and again
these young brothers 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 trucks detailed,
Heartless that want to ride in 'em
the southside in them with raw hides and denim
Bent minds collide them
A that tries victims, we livin' in
My man in the fast pivotin'
On the block white is sellin' m & m
On the get jump off like Kim 'n 'em
On the block is how you can it in your skin
Shorties get the with no instructions of asemblin'
Odds right it like 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 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
Slow motion than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)

It's all in the hood like rats and gyms
and tims, blacks and rims
Whether on courts
Attires are ball
We fall short
us it's all force like air ones
Some wave air guns
The day of the fair ones over fo'
Cats is colder than below, wha'sup?
I go toe to toe
Wondering if for the art or for the dough
Though I know to grow a nigga gotta to let go
Though I know the I gotta bring back to the ghetto
Aeros or cards pointin' to the grind
Po' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind
Shine the up!
Clench my tight and holdin' it right up
Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get
Situations, the get tighter
My man trying to get his way to

I in the crib, got 2 kids
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 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 just swallow my
But I can't run away or put my gun
You can't 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