Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

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

I thank my hood
For makin' me a star I had fast cars
And couldn't tell the between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame way things changed
All I wanted to do was and get a name

I to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage dreamin I'm on
At 17 I left the house 'cause my was a minister
And I want the Marvin route

What's goin on today to sell a you need a video with soft porn
MC's in the industry you tip?
Don't let pimp you like Goldy
And tell Sony they better have my
'Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 came to rob me
be part of my charity
I, I thank my hood

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

All the ladies
I don't feel cookin' you no breakfast
This
All my say
You have to cook me breakfast
'Cause your girlfriend will after you

I wanna thank my
For the love of money I know kids who'll slit throat
Friday the 13th Jason wit a coat
But you scare Suzie
'Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd think he was

Meanwhile, she's getting her nails
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit
It's such a shame what last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter the Son of Sam
It said to tell New York I ain't
You want to be clubbin' then you better your heat in
And to my man G Rest in Piece
I still poor 1 draw on the cocoa leaf

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

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

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

All the sing
I don't like cookin' you no breakfast
mornin'
All my say
Well you have to cook me breakfast
your girlfriend will after you leave