Luyện nghe bài hát God's Work

I out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda my stomach settle down
Then fell into the as to let the funk drown
Put Degree under my arms, off the alarm
You set it to regret it
A million things to do but work is I'm headed
The dreaded on the edge of my bed
I sit and let my mind zone on how fun night was
Started with a light buzz that slowly progressed into a blown fade
I was to get laid, but, got no action
It was back to the for personal satisfaction
X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I
I left the full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It seems I have 15 to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work
So I fly out the while I'm putting on my shirt
Start the car and then I'm off to get in trouble with my
He his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish he'd lay me off
So that I lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth
But now I'm assed out, 'cause fools on the freeway
be driving they ain't got nowhere to go
You those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow
Got me yelling at my
Now it's like 10 'till I to call in
Man I think it but I'm not ballin'
So I got to go get and continue the charade of
Customer service I don't get commission
My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a day
'Cause what I got to say even if they were
And gave me attitude it's a shame what I to do to get rent and food

I work
Goddamn
To keep this roof my head
And pay off credit cards
I hard
hard
So I pay off all my debt
And get a house a yard
I hard
hard
To put gas off in the tank
And the payments on this car
I work
hard
So I could wild out every
And buy at the bar

Try being on the for 45 days straight
manager's the driver and myself plus 8
Other motherfuckers and their
'Sop two-systems he's a video fanatic
Sunspot got weed to give me contact for the month and a half
PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the with his rotten ass
Of course Grouch brought a task that'll fill his plot
Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new
Eligh's on the cot a hypocondriac
So with him you know if it's a fever or an act
Scarub's usually either reading, writing, or
And Bicasso to use somebodies celly's on the creeping
Me I'm dreaming plotting schemes to get some money
Almost forgot about Arata but you
As we tour throughout the country starts to argue over what we
watch on tv and who drank the last brew, been hating on who
throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out
And how can you be?
you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out
But the show must go on when you live in 'till dawn
If I rap every night, I might lose a fan
So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my
And I haven't spoke on the one night stands
Yeah that might sound fly to the guy
But you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by
So I try to the sidelines
Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to faithful
So I cheat not I hate my girl because I miss her
Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I kissed her
Been a couple days and she still won't speak
Still I got to hit the again
Begin week

I work
Goddamn
To keep roof over my head
And pay off these cards
I hard
hard
So I could pay off all my
And get a house with a
I hard
Goddamn
To put that gas off in the
And make the payments on car
I work
hard!