Luyện nghe bài hát I Rock

It is
'Cause I 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 want to
in hip-hop-hip-hop-hip
I want to sing for you and you how I rock

My situation's dire
I'm one of the livest rhymers
That's also a
(I gotta wait nighttime)
To rhyme in
My supervisor's always why my eyes are tired
I thank God I'm not a
'Cause every morning I coffee
'Til I'm nice and
It keeps me up lunchtime
And then I eat but the is unkind
I asleep at a red light one time
In of middle schoolers on an afternoon bus ride
I'm
So how it is sometimes
Wishing I could punch my with a punch line

night something's crackin'
From regular grungy
To funk and dancing
I put my best first
On Monday nights with Whole Suns at the Good Hurt
I go to work then I rap at
And so my appetite's satisfied at Raggsta Nites
I've more rump than an ass doctor
On Wednesday nights with Blak at the Grasshopper
Or I could to the Lower End
If I can't pay the
I gotta ask No
(Thursday's day)
You knowing kid
I'm a J.U.I.C.E. board and a Blowedian
My Friday yearning hunger
Is curbed with serving suckers and herbs at the Urban
Hear the sound of a tired
(Down the street in at the Firecracker)