Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda my stomach settle down
Then fell the shower 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 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 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 daydream by something that I
I the tissue full 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 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 right to his fat ass
But now I'm assed out, these fools on the freeway
be driving like they got nowhere to go
You know those fucks in the 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
Customer service since I don't get
My efforts worthless thanks and have a nice day
'Cause what I got to say even if were rude
And gave me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get rent and

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

Try being on the for 45 days straight
Road manager's the driver and myself 8
motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic
'Sop two-systems he's a video fanatic
Sunspot got enough to give me contact for the month and a half
PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot 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 last cot a
So with him you never know if a fever or an act
Scarub's either reading, writing, or sleeping
And Bicasso needs to use somebodies celly's on the
Me I'm simply dreaming plotting schemes to get some
Almost about Arata but you know
As we throughout the country everybody starts to argue over what we
on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been hating on who
Maybe throw a or two until a virus breaks out
And how can you be?
When you getting little sleep and all you eat is out
But the must go on when you live in dusk 'till dawn
If I don't rap every night, I might a fan
So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my
And I haven't even 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 play the
Watch what 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
I got to hit the road again
Begin another

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