Luyện nghe bài hát 10 2 10 (Remix)

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally Famous

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

All this bread be good for my cholesterol
Don't round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I can't lie bruh lately I've been heavily
I'm sipping, popping, on whatever take the pressure off
Diss you, FF 'til my burial
every bullet and venereal
Anti fuck boy material I'm dead, I'm living proof
If you on what's in front of you and not what's in the peripheral
gone, word, boy I seen drama on drama
Drama on drama comma on comma
I'm bringing dead prez, my house done feel like its haunted
I put the city on my back, along with my garments
Went to sleep,

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

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

I woke up working like a
That mean I from 10 to 10
10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything my adrenaline