Luyện nghe bài hát 10 2 10

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally nigga

I up working like a Mexican
That mean I from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10
Nightmares of losing everything boost my

All bread can't be good for my cholesterol
come round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I lie bruh lately I've been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever the pressure off
Diss you, FF Imperial my burial
Dodging bullet and venereal
Anti fuck boy material 'til I'm dead, I'm proof
If you focus on what's in of you and not what's in the peripheral
It's gone, word, boy I seen on drama
Drama on over comma on comma
I'm bringing home dead prez, my house feel like its haunted
I put the city on my back, right along my garments
to sleep, snoring

I woke up working like a
That mean I work 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10
Nightmares of losing everything boost my

I got 3 jobs like I'm Jamaican
I need 3 wives I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the PMS'ing, no hable ingles
If police have they don't know what that mean nigga
They say Detroit going the great depression
it's been depressed so long I can't even tell depression here
My homeboy still gon' pull up on them big as a Ferris wheel
So many rides up on the curb my lil 'cause the fair was here
Like oh, I'm primo, top redeemed ho, for who, my team
And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and
Got me thinking the fuck I to sleep for?

I woke up working a Mexican
mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10
Nightmares of losing boost my adrenaline