Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none
Like the Joe's my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle
Then fell into the as to let the funk drown
Put under my arms, turned off the alarm
You set it to regret it
A million things to do but work is I'm headed
The dreaded grindstone on the of my bed
I sit and let my mind on how fun last night was
Started with a buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade
I was to get laid, but, got no action
It was back to the crib for satisfaction
X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by that I seen
I left the full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it to get to work
So I fly out the while I'm putting on my shirt
Start the car and then I'm off to get in trouble with my
He runs his like a bitch sometimes I wish he'd lay me off
So I could 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 got nowhere to go
You those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
Got me yelling at my
Now it's like 10 I want to call in
Man I think it everyday but I'm not
So I got to go get paid and the charade of
service since I don't get commission
My seem worthless thanks and have a nice day
what I got to say even if they were rude
And me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get rent and food

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

Try being on the road for 45 straight
Road the driver and myself plus 8
Other motherfuckers and their
'Sop brought he's a video fanatic
Sunspot got enough weed to give me for the month and a half
PSC got the gas and forever up the spot with his rotten ass
Of course Grouch brought a task that'll fill his time
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
Scarub's 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 about Arata but you know
As we tour throughout the country starts to argue over what we
on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been hating on who
Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus out
And how can you be?
When you getting little and all you eat is take out
But the show must go on you live in dusk 'till dawn
If I don't rap every night, I lose a fan
So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my
And I haven't spoke on the one night stands
Yeah that sound fly to the average guy
But when you got a girl at 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 because I my girl because I miss her
Eventhough she won't believe me I say I only kissed her
Been home a days and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the road
another week

I work
hard
To keep this over my head
And pay off these cards
I hard
hard
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 work
hard!