Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Two Ten

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally Famous

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

All this bread can't be good for my
Don't come round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire
I can't lie lately I've been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, on whatever take the pressure off
Diss you, FF Imperial 'til my
Dodging bullet and venereal
fuck boy material 'til I'm dead, I'm living proof
If you on what's in front of you and not what's 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 feel like its haunted
I put the on my back, right along with my garments
to sleep, snoring

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

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

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