Luyện nghe bài hát W-4

Yo, out, we light this J up right here
For all the hard folk
Cross country, cross the world
For everybody on the grind everyday nine to five, to twelve
You know how we do it 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 workin' all my life but ain't got nothin' to show
Like this world just don't want us to

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

What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator
all week let the bossman pimp me
Can't pay no rent till the fifteenth, call the police to evict me
for a job in the want ads
Have you ever been to Know they gone ask
Ever took a piss that you didn't pass?
In between in the past? How you get cash?
I worked over hot ass stoves, I done picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the streets and the
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 in this fucked up system
And why we don't vote
Still payin' niggaz four five, how the fuck we supposed to survive?
I'm close to the edge, takin' most of my bread
In taxes might as well have this close to my
Make a wanna wild out
Run up in the white house the gouge out, click clack
me my shit 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
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 nothin' you already know
I been workin' all my life but ain't got to show
run up in the white house and kick in the door, woh ooo oh

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

See where I'm it's a few ways out
Either rappin' or sports either or the casket
You can work to the bone but don't put all yo in one basket
We never 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 it's Friday, ain't it what we for?
gotta get up out the plantation
Same job my pop had before me
Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up
Make a nigga wanna out
Run up in the white house the gouge out, click clack
Give me my back beeyatch

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 life but got nothin' to show
this world just don't want us to grow

I been workin' all my life but ain't got to show
I ain't you nothin' 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

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

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

What I like?