Luyện nghe bài hát W-4

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

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

I workin' all my life 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
Wanna run up in the house and kick in the door, woh ooo oh

What a nigga gonna eat the refrigerator empty?
Work all week let the bossman me
Can't pay no rent the fifteenth, landlord call the police to evict me
for a job in the want ads
Have you ever to jail? Know they gone ask
Ever a piss test that you didn't pass?
In between in the past? How you get cash?
I done worked over hot ass stoves, I done picked up trash off
Winter time in the and the cold
times had to sleep in my clothes on the floor
What you know bout po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope?
Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this up system
And why we don't vote
Still payin' niggaz four twenty five, how the fuck we supposed to
I'm close to the edge, government takin' most of my
In taxes might as have this close to my head
Make a wanna wild out
Run up in the white house the gouge out, click clack
Give me my back beeyatch

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

on my uniform, just a number on a W four form

See I'm from it's a few ways out
Either rappin' or sports either dope or the
You can work to the bone but don't put all yo in one basket
We don't get a piece of the pie, work fifty years, retire then die
Stay po', rich folks is the criminal but you don't wanna hear me so
Thank God Friday, ain't it what we live for?
Nigga gotta get up out the
Same job my pop had before me
pass it down to my seed fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna out
Run up in the house with the gouge out, click clack
me my shit back beeyatch

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

I been workin' all my life but ain't got to show
I ain't tellin' you you don't already know
I workin' all my life 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 just like a
owe me
And got me out this application

I look like?