Luyện nghe bài hát W-4

Yo, goin' out, we this J up right here
For all the workin' folk
Cross this country, the world
For everybody on the grind nine to five, eight to twelve
You how we do it hand to hand, whatever, yo, yo

I workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you you don't already know
I been all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Like this world don't want us to grow

I been workin' all my life but got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you already know
I workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Wanna run up in the white and kick in the door, woh ooo oh

a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty?
Work all week let the bossman me
Can't pay no rent till the fifteenth, landlord the police to evict me
Lookin' for a job in the ads
Have you ever been to jail? Know they ask
Ever took a piss test that you pass?
In jobs in the past? How you get cash?
I done worked over hot ass stoves, I picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the and the cold
Many times had to sleep in my on the floor
What you know bout bein' po' seein' of yo kinfolk be on dope?
Ain't in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system
And that's why we don't
payin' niggaz four twenty five, how the fuck we supposed to survive?
I'm close to the edge, government takin' most of my
In taxes might as well have close to my head
Make a nigga wild out
Run up in the white with the gouge out, click clack
Give me my back beeyatch

I workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I tellin' you nothin' you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to
Like world just don't want us to grow

I been all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you already know
I been workin' all my but ain't got nothin' to show
Wanna run up in the white and kick in the door, woh ooo oh

Puttin' on my uniform, just a on a W four form

See where I'm from it's a few out
Either rappin' or sports dope or the casket
You can work to the bone but put all yo eggs in one basket
We never get a piece of the pie, work fifty years, retire then die
Stay po', rich folks is the but you don't wanna hear me tho' so
Thank God Friday, ain't it what we live for?
Nigga get up out the plantation
job that my pop had before me
Imma pass it to my seed fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna out
Run up in the white with the gouge out, click clack
Give me my back beeyatch

I been workin' all my but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you you don't already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got to show
Like this world don't want us to grow

I been workin' all my but ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothin' you don't already
I been workin' all my but ain't got nothin' to show
run up in the white house and kick in the door, woh ooo oh

My J O B
Is just like a
owe me
But got me fillin' out application

My J O B
Is like a plantation
owe me
And got me fillin' out this

What I look