Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my people who wanna 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
God it's Friday
What's the track, what's the girl?
She don't wanna, she wanna work on Monday

I wanna my hood
For me a star before I had fast cars
And tell the difference between whoppers and caviar
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 minimum wage dreamin I'm on
At 17 I left the 'cause my father was a minister
And I didn't want the route

What's goin on today to sell a song you need a video with porn
MC's in the industry you wanna
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
He'd be part of my
I, I wanna my hood

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

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

I wanna thank my
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, getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit
It's such a shame what happened week
Man found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New I ain't sleepin'
You want to be then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar in Piece
I still poor liquor 1 draw on the leaf

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

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

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

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