Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole
Still a soldier a soda helped my stomach settle down
fell into the shower as to let the funk drown
Put under my arms, turned off the alarm
You only set it to it
A million things to do but work is I'm headed
The dreaded on the edge of my bed
I sit and let my mind on how fun last night was
Started with a light buzz that slowly into a full blown fade
I was trying to get laid, but, got no
It was to the crib for personal satisfaction
X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my
It seems I have 15 minutes to the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work
So I fly out the door I'm putting on my shirt
Start the car and then I'm off to get in trouble my boss
He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish lay me off
So that I could lay him out with one little right to his fat ass mouth
But now I'm assed out, 'cause fools on the freeway
be driving like ain't got nowhere to go
You know fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
Got me yelling at my
Now it's like 10 'till I to call in
Man I think it but I'm not ballin'
So I got to go get paid and the charade of
Customer service I don't get commission
My efforts worthless thanks and have a nice day
'Cause what I got to say if they were rude
And gave me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get and food

I work
hard
To keep this over my head
And pay off these cards
I work
hard
So I pay off all my debt
And get a with a yard
I hard
hard
To put gas off in the tank
And make the payments on car
I hard
hard
So I could wild out every
And buy at the bar

Try being on the road for 45 days
Road the driver and myself plus 8
Other motherfuckers and idio-sympatic
'Sop brought two-systems he's a video
got enough weed to give me contact for the month and a half
PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot with his ass
Of course Grouch brought a task that'll his time plot
Trying to Pro-Tools to his new laptop
on the last cot a hypocondriac
So with him you know if it's a fever or an act
Scarub's either reading, writing, or sleeping
And needs to use somebodies celly's on the creeping
Me I'm simply dreaming plotting schemes to get money
Almost forgot about Arata but you
As we tour throughout the country starts to argue over what we
watch on tv and who drank the last brew, been hating on who
throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out
And how can you be?
When you getting sleep and all you eat is take out
But the show must go on when you live in dusk 'till
If I don't rap night, I might lose a fan
So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my
And I even spoke on the one night stands
Yeah might sound fly to the average guy
But when you got a girl at home you got to let it you by
So I try to the sidelines
Watch they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to stay faithful
So I cheat not because I hate my girl I miss her
she won't believe me when I say I only kissed her
Been home a couple and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the road
Begin another

I hard
hard
To this roof over my head
And pay off these cards
I hard
Goddamn
So I could pay off all my
And get a house a yard
I work
hard
To put gas off in the tank
And the payments on this car
I hard
hard!