Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none
the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a 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 grindstone on the edge of my bed
I sit and let my zone on how fun last night was
Started with a light buzz that slowly into a full blown fade
I was to get laid, but, got no action
It was to the crib for personal satisfaction
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole in
Was snapped out of my by something that I seen
I left the tissue of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It I have 15 minutes 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 I'm off to get in trouble with my boss
He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish lay me off
So that I could lay him out with one little punch to his fat ass mouth
But now I'm assed out, 'cause fools on the freeway
be like they ain't got nowhere to go
You those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
Got me yelling at my
Now it's 10 'till I want to call in
Man I it everyday but I'm not ballin'
So I got to go get paid and the charade of
service since I don't get commission
My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a day
'Cause what I got to say even if they were
And gave me attitude a shame what I have to do to get rent and food

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

Try being on the for 45 days straight
Road the driver and myself plus 8
motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic
'Sop brought two-systems he's a fanatic
Sunspot got enough weed to give me contact for the and a half
PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot with his ass
Of course Grouch brought a that'll fill his time plot
Trying to 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 usually reading, writing, or sleeping
And needs to use somebodies celly's on the creeping
Me I'm simply dreaming plotting to get some money
Almost about Arata but you know
As we tour the country everybody starts to argue over what we
watch on tv and who drank the last brew, been hating on who
Maybe throw a or two until a virus breaks out
And how can you be?
you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out
But the show must go on when you live in dusk dawn
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 night
that might sound fly to the average guy
But when you got a at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to play the
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to faithful
So I cheat not because I hate my girl because I 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 over my
And pay off credit cards
I hard
Goddamn
So I pay off all my debt
And get a with a yard
I hard
hard
To put that gas off in the
And make the on this car
I hard
hard!