Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my people who don't go to work
Thank God it's
Cover me 'bout 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 thank my
For makin' me a star before I had fast
And tell the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the way before things changed
All I to do was freestyle and get a name

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

What's goin on to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry you tip?
Don't let them you like Goldy
And Sony 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 part of my
I, I wanna my hood

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

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

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

Meanwhile, she's getting her done
Crystal clear so they could shine 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 ain't
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, exhale smoke
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to
You wit Wyclef you in
If not, then we gonna CNN
I, I wanna my hood

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

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

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