Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

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

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

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

To my people cuttin' here in the
Thank God it's
To the thugs sweatin' up in the shops
Yo, Friday
To my people don't 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 you no breakfast
This
All my say
You have to cook me breakfast
your girlfriend will after you leave

I wanna thank my
For the love of money I kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th Jason wit a trench
But you scare Suzie
'Cause her man got so many you'd think he was Cadivi

Meanwhile, she's getting her nails
Crystal so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what 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 want to be clubbin' then you better your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in
I still poor liquor 1 on the cocoa leaf

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

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

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

All the sing
I feel like cookin' you no breakfast
This
All my say
Well you have to cook me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend will after you