Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

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

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

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

To my people here in the shops
Thank God it's
To the thugs sweatin' up in the chop
Yo, it's
To my that don't 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 don't have to cook me
your girlfriend will after you leave

I thank my hood
For the love of money I know kids who'll slit your
Friday the 13th Jason wit a coat
But you scare Suzie
'Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd he was Cadivi

Meanwhile, she's getting her done
Crystal clear so they could like wit diamonds
It's such a shame happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar in Piece
I still liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

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

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

Yo, to my cuttin' here in the shops
Thank God Friday
To the sweatin' up in the chop shops
Yo, it's
To my who don't 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 sing
I don't feel cookin' you no breakfast
mornin'
All my say
Well you don't to cook me breakfast
your girlfriend will after you leave