Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Two Ten

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally Famous

I woke up working like a
That mean I work 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything my adrenaline

All bread can't be good for my cholesterol
Don't come round' loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I can't lie bruh I've been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever the pressure off
Diss you, FF 'til my burial
every bullet and venereal
Anti fuck boy 'til I'm dead, I'm living proof
If you focus on what's in front of you and not in the peripheral
gone, word, boy I seen drama on drama
Drama on drama over comma on
I'm bringing home dead prez, my house done feel like its
I put the city on my back, right along with my
Went to sleep,

I woke up working a Mexican
That I work from 10 to 10
10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of everything boost my adrenaline

I got 3 jobs like I'm Jamaican
I need 3 like I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the other PMS'ing, no ingles
If police have questions they don't know what that nigga
say Detroit going through the great depression
Still it's been depressed so long I can't tell depression here
My homeboy gon' pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel
So many rides up on the curb my lil 'cause thought the fair was
Like oh, I'm primo, top spot ho, for who, my team
And we take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and flamingos
Got me the fuck I need to sleep for?

I woke up like a Mexican
That I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10
Nightmares of losing everything my adrenaline