Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

I thank my hood
For makin' me a star before I had fast
And tell the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame way things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile, she's getting her nails
clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a what happened last week
Man they found her the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain't
You to be clubbin' 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, smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to
You wit Wyclef you in
If not, then we make CNN
I, I wanna my hood

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

Yo, to my people cuttin' here in the
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
the track, what's the track yo?
She don't wanna she don't wanna work on

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