Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

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

I used to at the fast food restaurant
For wage dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house my father was a minister
And I want the Marvin route

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

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

All the sing
I don't feel like cookin' you no
mornin'
All my say
You don't have to cook me
'Cause girlfriend will after you leave

I thank my hood
For the love of money I know kids who'll slit 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 nails
clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' then you better pack your in
And to my man G Swar in Piece
I still liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale smoke
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to
You wit Wyclef you in
If not, then we gonna CNN
I, I wanna my hood

To my people who wanna go to work
God it's Friday
Cover me 'bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's
Do your mom know you act so
Thank God Friday
What's the track, what's the track
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 who don't got no job
it's Firday
What's the track, the track yo?
She don't she don't wanna work on Monday

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