Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

Let um feel the first
I'm 'bout to come through your
Should my rhyme start with the
Start the hook

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanna my hood
For the love of money I know kids slit your 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, getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit
such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her the sheets with a letter from the Son of Sam
It said to tell New I ain't sleepin'
You want to be then you better pack your heat in
And to my man G Swar in Piece
I still poor liquor 1 on the cocoa leaf

Inhale, exhale smoke
Polices in the area, but no need to panic
You wit you getting in
If not, then we make CNN
I, I thank my hood

To my people who don't go to work
Thank God it's
Cover me 'bout to put up her skirt
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 work on

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

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