Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my who don't wanna 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
Thank God it's
the track, what's the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't work on Monday

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

I used to work at the 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

What's goin on today to sell a song you a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry you tip?
let them pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony better have my money
'Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Lionel
Low Income, I stay so that if 50 Cent came to rob me
be part of my charity
I, I wanna thank my

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

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

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

Meanwhile, getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they shine like 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 York I ain't
You want to be clubbin' then you pack your heat in
And to my man G Rest in Piece
I still poor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

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

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

Yo, to my people cuttin' in the shops
Thank God Friday
To the thugs 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 wanna she wanna work on Monday

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