Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my people who don't wanna go to
Thank God it's
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 don't wanna work on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To my people who wanna go to work
God it's Friday
Cover me she's to put up her skirt
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 don't wanna on Monday

Yo, to my people here in the shops
Thank God Friday
To the thugs up in the chop shops
Yo, it's
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 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 your girlfriend after you leave