Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

I thank my hood
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 freestyle and get a

I used to work at the fast food
For wage dreamin I'm on stage
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 with soft porn
in the industry you wanna tip?
Don't let them pimp you like
And tell Sony better have my money
'Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel
Low Income, I so hungry that 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
Thank God it's
To the sweatin' up in the chop 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 wanna work on

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

I thank 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, she's her nails done
Crystal clear so could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New I ain't sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' then you pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in
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, we gonna make CNN
I, I thank my hood

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

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

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