Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

Let um the beat first
I'm to come through your stereo
Should my start with the hook
Start with the

To my people who don't wanna go to
Thank God Friday
Cover me she's 'bout to put up her
God it's Friday
Do your mom now you act so
God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the track
She don't wanna, she don't wanna on Monday

I wanna thank my
For makin' me a star before I had cars
And couldn't tell the difference between and caviar
the fame way before things changed
All I wanted to do was and get a name

I used to work at the food restaurant
For wage dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house my father was a minister
And I didn't want the route

What's goin on to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
in the industry you wanna tip?
Don't let them you like Goldy
And tell Sony they have my money
'Cause I wit the Comodores and be like Lionel Richie
Low Income, I so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be of my charity
I, I thank my hood

To my people here in the shops
Thank God Friday
To the thugs sweatin' up in the shops
Yo, it's
To my people that got no job
it's Friday
What's the track, the track yo?
She don't wanna, she don't work on Monday

All the ladies
I feel like cookin' you no breakfast
This
All my say
You don't to cook me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend after you leave

I wanna my hood
For the of money I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th Jason wit a coat
But you can't Suzie
'Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was

Meanwhile, she's getting her done
Crystal clear so they could like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' then you better pack heat in
And to my man G Rest in Piece
I still poor liquor 1 on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale smoke
Polices in the area, but no need to panic
You wit you getting in
If not, we gonna make CNN
I, I wanna thank my

To my who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's
Cover me she's to put up her skirt
Thank God it's
Do your mom you act so berserk?
Thank God Friday
What's the track, what's the girl?
She don't wanna she don't wanna on Monday

Yo, to my people cuttin' in the shops
Thank God it's
To the thugs up in the chop shops
Yo, it's
To my who don't got no job
Everyday Firday
What's the track, what's the yo?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on

All the ladies
I don't feel cookin' you no breakfast
mornin'
All my say
Well you don't have to me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend will you leave