Luyện nghe bài hát I Rock

It is
I can't rap for my job, job, job, job, job
I'd quit bullshit
But I can't live a slob, slob, slob, slob, slob
The way I to baby
in hip-hop-hip-hop-hip
I to sing for you and show you how I rock

My kinda dire
Because I'm one of the livest
also a nine-to-fiver
(I gotta until nighttime)
To rhyme in
My supervisor's always asking why my eyes are
I thank God I'm not a
every morning I drink coffee
'Til I'm nice and
It keeps me up lunchtime
And I eat but the Niggeritis is unkind
I fell at a red light one time
In front of middle schoolers on an afternoon bus
I'm
So that's how it is
Wishing I could punch my card with a line

night something's crackin'
From grungy rapping
To underground and dancing
I put my best foot
On Monday nights with Blaque Whole Suns at the Good
I go to work then I rap at
And so my Tuesday appetite's satisfied at Nites
I've seen more than an ass doctor
On Wednesday nights with Tommy at the Grasshopper
Or I could to the Lower End
If I pay the toll
I gotta ask No
(Thursday's day)
You knowing kid
I'm a J.U.I.C.E. member and a Blowedian
My Friday yearning hunger
Is curbed with serving suckers and herbs at the Underground
Hear the of a tired rapper
(Down the in Chinatown at the Firecracker)