Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I out of bed, hungover, none sober
the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my settle down
Then fell into the as to let the funk drown
Put Degree under my arms, turned off the
You set it to regret it
A million 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 last was
Started with a light buzz that slowly into a full blown fade
I was trying to get laid, but, got no
It was back to the for personal satisfaction
Triple X, dvd's, I got a stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something I seen
I the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It seems I have 15 to make the 20 minute ride it takes 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 my boss
He runs his like a bitch sometimes I wish he'd lay me off
So that I could lay him out 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 at my windshield
Now like 10 'till I want to call in
Man I it everyday but I'm not ballin'
So I got to go get and continue the charade of
Customer service since I get commission
My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a day
'Cause what I got to say even if they rude
And gave me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get and food

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

Try being on the for 45 days straight
manager's the driver and myself plus 8
Other motherfuckers and their
'Sop brought he's a video fanatic
Sunspot got enough weed to me contact 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 fill his time plot
to hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop
Eligh's on the cot a hypocondriac
So with him you never know if it's a or an act
Scarub's usually either reading, writing, or
And Bicasso needs to use somebodies celly's on the
Me I'm dreaming plotting schemes to get some money
Almost about Arata but you know
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
Maybe throw a punch or two until a 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 'till dawn
If I don't rap every night, I might a fan
So if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand
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 home you got to let it you by
So I try to the sidelines
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to faithful
So I not because I hate my girl because I miss her
Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I kissed her
Been home a days and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the road
Begin week

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