Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

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

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

goin on today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the you wanna tip?
Don't let them you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better 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 thank my

To my people cuttin' here in the
Thank God Friday
To the thugs sweatin' up in the shops
Yo, Friday
To my people that got no job
Everyday it's
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
'Cause your girlfriend after you leave

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

Meanwhile, getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last
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 Rest in Piece
I poor liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale smoke
in the area, but ain't no need to panic
You wit Wyclef you in
If not, we gonna make CNN
I, I wanna my hood

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

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

All the sing
I don't feel like you no breakfast
mornin'
All my say
Well you don't to cook me breakfast
'Cause girlfriend will after you leave