Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my people who wanna go to work
Thank God it's
Cover me 'bout to put up her skirt
Thank God Friday
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 thank my
For makin' me a star before I had cars
And couldn't tell the between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame way before things
All I to do was freestyle and get a name

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

What's on today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry you wanna
Don't let them pimp you like
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
be part of my charity
I, I wanna my hood

To my people cuttin' here in the
Thank God Friday
To the thugs sweatin' up in the shops
Yo, it's
To my that don't got no job
Everyday it's
the track, what's 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
your girlfriend will after you leave

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

Meanwhile, she's getting her done
Crystal clear so they 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 New York I ain't sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' then you better your heat in
And to my man G Rest in Piece
I still poor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

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

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

Yo, to my people cuttin' in the shops
God it's Friday
To the sweatin' up in the chop shops
Yo, Friday
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 feel like cookin' you no breakfast
mornin'
All my say
Well you don't have to me breakfast
your girlfriend will after you leave