Luyện nghe bài hát 10 2 10 (Remix)

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally Famous

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

All this bread can't be good for my
Don't come round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire
I can't lie bruh lately been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever the pressure off
Diss you, FF 'til my burial
Dodging bullet and venereal
fuck boy material 'til 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 home dead prez, my house done feel like its
I put the city on my back, right with my garments
Went to sleep,

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

I got 3 jobs like I'm though
I need 3 like I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the PMS'ing, no hable ingles
If police have questions they know what that mean nigga
They say Detroit through the great depression
Still it's been depressed so long I can't even depression here
My homeboy still gon' pull up on them rims big as a Ferris
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 take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, and flamingos
Got me thinking the fuck I need to for?

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