Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none
Like the Joe's rushed my and I was the sole cobra
a soldier grabbed 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 only set it to it
A million things to do but work is where I'm
The dreaded grindstone on the of my bed
I sit and let my mind zone on how fun 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 personal
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole in
Was out of my daydream by something that I seen
I the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to
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 mouth like a 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 fools on the
be driving like they ain't got to go
You know those fucks in the fastlane hella slow
Got me at my windshield
Now it's like 10 'till I to call in
Man I think it but I'm not ballin'
So I got to go get paid and continue the of
Customer service I don't get commission
My efforts seem thanks and have a nice day
'Cause I got to say even if they were rude
And gave me attitude it's a what I have to do to get rent and food

I hard
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 with a yard
I work
hard
To put gas off in the tank
And the payments on this car
I work
hard
So I could out every weekend
And buy at the bar

Try on the road for 45 days straight
Road the driver and myself plus 8
Other and their idio-sympatic
'Sop two-systems he's a video fanatic
Sunspot got enough weed to 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 plot
Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new
Eligh's on the last cot a
So with him you never if it's a fever or an act
usually either reading, writing, or sleeping
And Bicasso needs to use somebodies on the creeping
Me I'm simply dreaming plotting to get some money
Almost forgot about but you know
As we tour throughout the country starts to argue over what we
watch on tv and who drank the brew, who's been hating on who
Maybe throw a or two until a virus breaks out
And how can you be?
When you little sleep and all you eat is take out
But the must go on when you live in dusk 'till dawn
If I rap every night, I might lose a fan
So if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand
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 they pull, but on a bus full of women, to stay faithful
So I cheat not because I hate my girl 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
I got to hit the road again
Begin another

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