Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

Let um the beat first
I'm 'bout to through your stereo
Should my start with the hook
Start the hook

To my people who don't go to work
Thank God it's
Cover me she's to put up her skirt
Thank God Friday
Do mom now you act so berserk
God it's Friday
What's the track, the track girl?
She don't wanna, she don't work on Monday

I wanna my hood
For makin' me a star before I had fast
And couldn't tell the difference between whoppers and
Before the fame way before changed
All I to do was freestyle and get a name

I to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house 'cause my was a minister
And I didn't want the Marvin

What's goin on today to sell a song you a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry you tip?
Don't let them you like Goldy
And Sony they better have my money
'Cause I play wit the Comodores and be Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my
I, I wanna my hood

To my people cuttin' in the shops
Thank God Friday
To the thugs sweatin' up in the chop
Yo, it's
To my that don't got no job
Everyday Friday
the track, what's the track yo?
She wanna, she don't wanna work on Monday

All the sing
I don't feel cookin' you no breakfast
mornin'
All my say
You have to cook me breakfast
'Cause your will after you leave

I wanna my hood
For the of money I know kids who'll slit your throat
the 13th Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't scare
'Cause her man got so many uzi's think he was Cadivi

Meanwhile, getting her nails done
clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
It's such a shame what happened last
Man found her under the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to New York I ain't sleepin'
You want to be clubbin' you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar in Piece
I still liquor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but ain't no need to
You wit Wyclef you in
If not, then we make CNN
I, I wanna thank my

To my people who don't wanna go to
Thank God Friday
Cover me 'bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's
Do your mom know you act so
Thank God it's
What's the track, the track girl?
She don't wanna she don't work on Monday

Yo, to my people cuttin' here in the
Thank God Friday
To the thugs sweatin' up in the chop
Yo, it's
To my people who got no job
Everyday Firday
What's the track, the track yo?
She don't she don't wanna work on Monday

All the ladies
I don't feel like you no breakfast
mornin'
All my say
you don't have to cook me breakfast
'Cause your will after you leave