Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my people who don't wanna go to
God it's Friday
Cover me she's to put up her skirt
Thank God it's
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 fame way before changed
All I wanted to do was and get a name

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

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

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

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

I wanna my hood
For the love of money I know who'll slit your throat
Friday the 13th Jason wit a trench
But you can't scare
her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was Cadivi

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

Inhale, exhale grasses
Polices in the area, but 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 go to work
Thank God 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, what's the girl?
She don't she don't wanna work on Monday

Yo, to my people cuttin' in the shops
God it's Friday
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 wanna she don't wanna work on

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