Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my settle down
Then fell the shower as to let the funk drown
Put Degree under my arms, off the alarm
You only set it to it
A things to do but work is where I'm headed
The dreaded on the edge of my bed
I sit and let my zone on how fun last night was
Started a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade
I was trying to get laid, but, got no
It was back to the crib for satisfaction
Triple X, dvd's, I got a stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by that I seen
I left the tissue full of on the floor by my jeans
It seems I 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work
So I fly out the door while I'm on my shirt
Start the car and then I'm off to get in with my boss
He runs his mouth like a sometimes I wish he'd lay me off
So that I could lay him out with one little punch to his fat ass mouth
But now I'm assed out, these fools on the freeway
be driving like ain't got nowhere to go
You know fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
Got me at my windshield
Now like 10 'till I want to call in
Man I think it everyday but I'm not
So I got to go get and continue the charade of
Customer service since I don't get
My seem worthless thanks and have a nice day
'Cause what I got to say even if were rude
And gave me it's a shame what I have to do to get rent and food

I work
Goddamn
To this roof over my head
And pay off these credit
I work
Goddamn
So I could pay off all my
And get a with a yard
I work
Goddamn
To put gas off in the tank
And make the on this car
I work
Goddamn
So I could wild out weekend
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 fanatic
Sunspot got 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 brought a task that'll fill his time plot
to hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop
Eligh's on the cot a hypocondriac
So with him you know if it's a fever or an act
usually either reading, writing, or sleeping
And Bicasso to use somebodies celly's on the creeping
Me I'm simply plotting schemes to get some money
Almost forgot about but you know
As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to argue what we
watch on tv and who drank the brew, who's been hating on who
Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus out
And how can you be?
you getting little 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 every night, I lose a fan
So if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand
And I haven't even spoke on the one stands
that might sound fly to the average guy
But when you got a at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to the sidelines
what 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
Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I only her
Been home a couple and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the road
Begin week

I hard
hard
To keep roof over my head
And pay off these credit
I hard
hard
So I pay off all my debt
And get a house a yard
I hard
hard
To put that gas off in the
And make the payments on car
I work
hard!