Luyện nghe bài hát I Rock

It is
I can't rap for my job, job, job, job, job
I'd quit this
But I live like a slob, slob, slob, slob, slob
The way I to baby
Swimming in
I want to sing for you and you how I rock

My kinda dire
I'm one of the livest rhymers
That's a nine-to-fiver
(I wait until nighttime)
To in ciphers
My supervisor's always asking why my are tired
I God I'm not a firefighter
'Cause every morning I coffee
I'm nice and wired
It me up until lunchtime
And then I eat but the is unkind
I fell at a red light one time
In front of middle on an afternoon bus ride
I'm
So how it is sometimes
Wishing I could punch my card a punch line

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