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 nine to five, eight to twelve
You how we do it hand to hand, whatever, yo, yo

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

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

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

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

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

See where I'm it's a few ways out
Either rappin' or either dope or the casket
You can to the bone but don't put all yo eggs in one basket
We don't never get a piece of the pie, work fifty years, then die
Stay po', rich is the criminal but you don't wanna hear me tho' so
Thank God it's Friday, ain't it we live for?
gotta get up out the plantation
Same job that my pop had me
Imma pass it down to my fucked up situation
a nigga wanna wild out
Run up in the white house with the gouge out, clack
Give me my shit beeyatch

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

I been 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 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 a plantation
owe me
But got me out this application

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

What I look