Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Two Ten

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally Famous

I up working like a Mexican
mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, 10 again
Nightmares of losing boost my adrenaline

All this bread can't be for my cholesterol
come round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I can't lie bruh lately I've stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever the pressure off
you, FF Imperial 'til my burial
Dodging every and venereal
Anti fuck boy material 'til I'm dead, I'm proof
If you focus on what's in of you and not what's in the peripheral
It's gone, word, boy I seen on drama
Drama on drama over comma on
I'm bringing home dead prez, my house feel like its haunted
I put the city on my back, right along my garments
to sleep, snoring

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

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

I woke up working like a
mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10
Nightmares of everything boost my adrenaline