Luyện nghe bài hát 10 2 10

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally Famous

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
Don't come round' talking loudly, fucking up my dawg
I can't lie bruh lately I've been heavily
I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever take the off
Diss you, FF 'til my burial
Dodging every and venereal
Anti fuck boy material 'til I'm dead, I'm living
If you focus on what's in front of you and not in the peripheral
It's gone, word, boy I seen drama on
Drama on over comma on comma
I'm bringing home dead prez, my house done like its haunted
I put the city on my back, right along with my
to sleep, snoring

I woke up working a Mexican
That mean I work 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything my adrenaline

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

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