Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

I wanna thank my
For makin' me a star before I had fast
And couldn't the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame way before changed
All I to do was freestyle and get a name

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

What's on today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry you tip?
let them pimp you like Goldy
And Sony they better have my money
'Cause I play wit the Comodores and be Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry if 50 Cent came to rob me
be part of my charity
I, I wanna my hood

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

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

I wanna my hood
For the love of 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 uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi

Meanwhile, getting her nails done
clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened week
Man they found her under the sheets with a from the Son of Sam
It to tell New York I ain't sleepin'
You want to be then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in
I still poor liquor 1 draw on the 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 people who don't go to work
Thank God it's
Cover me 'bout to put up her skirt
God it's Friday
Do your mom know you act so
Thank God Friday
What's the track, the track girl?
She wanna she don't wanna work on Monday

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

All the sing
I don't feel like you no breakfast
This
All my say
Well you don't to cook me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend will after you