Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my who don't wanna go to work
Thank God it's
Cover me she's to put up her skirt
Thank God it's
Do your mom now you act so
Thank God Friday
What's the track, 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 difference whoppers and caviar
Before the way before things changed
All I wanted to do was and get a name

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

What's goin on today to sell a song you need a video soft porn
MC's in the industry you 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 hungry if 50 Cent came to rob me
be part of my charity
I, I thank my hood

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

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

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

Meanwhile, she's getting her done
Crystal clear so they could shine wit diamonds
such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the with a letter from the Son of Sam
It to tell New York I ain't sleepin'
You want to be then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar Rest in
I still liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale grasses
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
Thank God Friday
Cover me she's 'bout to put up her
God it's Friday
Do your mom you act so berserk?
Thank God Friday
the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna she wanna work on Monday

Yo, to my people cuttin' in the shops
Thank God it's
To the sweatin' up in the chop shops
Yo, it's
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
you don't have to cook me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend will you leave