Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Two Ten

Imma' be paid
I up
Famous nigga

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

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

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

I got 3 jobs like I'm though
I 3 wives like I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the other PMS'ing, no hable
If police questions they don't know what that mean nigga
say Detroit going 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 thought the fair was here
Like oh, I'm primo, top spot ho, for who, my team
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 from 10 to 10
10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything boost my