Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Two Ten

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally nigga

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

All this bread can't be good for my
Don't come round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire
I lie bruh lately I've been stressing heavily
I'm sipping, popping, on whatever take the pressure off
Diss you, FF Imperial my burial
Dodging bullet and venereal
Anti fuck boy material 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 over comma on comma
I'm bringing home dead prez, my house done like its haunted
I put the city on my back, along with my garments
Went to sleep,

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

I got 3 jobs I'm Jamaican though
I 3 wives like I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the other PMS'ing, no ingles
If police have questions they don't what that mean nigga
They say Detroit through the great depression
Still it's been depressed so long I even tell depression here
My still gon' pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel
So many rides up on the curb my lil 'cause thought the 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 thinking the fuck I need to sleep

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