Luyện nghe bài hát 10 2 10 (Remix)

Imma' be paid
I up
Famous nigga

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

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

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

I got 3 jobs I'm Jamaican though
I need 3 wives like I was though
One cook, one clean, the PMS'ing, no hable ingles
If police have questions they don't know what mean nigga
They say going through the great depression
Still it's been depressed so 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 thought the was here
Like oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed ho, for who, my
And we take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and flamingos
Got me thinking the I need to sleep for?

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