Luyện nghe bài hát 10 2 10

Imma' be forever
I up
Finally Famous

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

All this bread can't be good for my
Don't come round' loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I lie bruh lately I've been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, on whatever take the pressure off
Diss you, FF Imperial my burial
Dodging every bullet and
Anti fuck boy material 'til I'm dead, I'm proof
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 drama over comma on
I'm bringing home dead prez, my house feel like its haunted
I put the on my back, right along with my garments
Went to sleep,

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

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

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