Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

I thank my hood
For makin' me a star I had fast cars
And couldn't the difference between whoppers and caviar
the fame way before things changed
All I to do was freestyle and get a name

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

What's goin on today to sell a song you need a video with porn
in the industry you wanna tip?
Don't let them pimp you Goldy
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
He'd be part of my
I, I wanna my hood

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

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

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

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

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

To my people who wanna go to work
Thank God Friday
me she's 'bout 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 wanna she don't wanna work on

Yo, to my cuttin' here in the shops
Thank God Friday
To the sweatin' up in the chop shops
Yo, it's
To my people who got no job
Everyday it's
the track, what's 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 have to cook me breakfast
your girlfriend will after you leave