Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the cobra
Still a soldier a soda helped my stomach settle down
Then fell into the shower as to let the funk
Put Degree my arms, turned off the alarm
You set it to regret it
A things to do but work is where I'm headed
The dreaded grindstone on the of my bed
I sit and let my mind zone on how fun night was
Started with a light buzz that progressed into a full blown fade
I was trying to get laid, but, got no
It was back to the crib for personal
X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my by something that I seen
I left the tissue of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 ride it takes to get to work
So I fly out the door while I'm putting on my
the car and then I'm off to get in trouble with my boss
He runs his mouth like a bitch I wish he'd lay me off
So that I lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth
But now I'm assed out, 'cause these on the freeway
be driving like they ain't got to go
You those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
Got me yelling at my
Now like 10 'till I want to call in
Man I it everyday but I'm not ballin'
So I got to go get paid and continue the of
Customer service since I get commission
My efforts seem worthless and have a nice day
'Cause what I got to say even if they were
And me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get rent and food

I hard
Goddamn
To keep roof over my head
And pay off these credit
I work
Goddamn
So I could pay off all my
And get a house with a
I hard
Goddamn
To put that gas off in the
And make the payments on car
I hard
hard
So I could out every weekend
And buy at the bar

Try being on the road for 45 straight
Road manager's the driver and myself 8
Other and their idio-sympatic
'Sop two-systems he's a video fanatic
Sunspot got enough weed to give me contact for the month and a
PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot his rotten ass
Of course Grouch brought a task fill his time plot
Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new
Eligh's on the cot a hypocondriac
So him you never know if it's a fever or an act
Scarub's usually either reading, writing, or
And Bicasso needs to use celly's on the creeping
Me I'm simply dreaming plotting schemes to get money
Almost forgot Arata but you know
As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to over what we
watch on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been on who
Maybe throw a punch or two until a breaks out
And how can you be?
When you getting little 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 if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand
And I haven't even spoke on the one stands
Yeah that might fly to the average guy
But you got a girl at home you got to let it pass 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 I hate my girl because I miss her
Eventhough she believe me when I say I only kissed her
Been a couple days and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the again
another week

I hard
hard
To keep this roof over my
And pay off credit cards
I work
hard
So I could pay off all my
And get a house a yard
I work
Goddamn
To put that gas off in the
And make the on this car
I work
hard!