Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Two Ten

Imma' be paid
I up
Finally nigga

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

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

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

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

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