Luyện nghe bài hát Low Income

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

To my people who don't go to work
God it's Friday
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, what's the girl?
She don't wanna, she don't wanna on Monday

I wanna my hood
For makin' me a star before I had cars
And couldn't the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame way before things
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a

I used to work at the fast food
For wage dreamin I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house my father was a minister
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 industry you wanna
Don't let them pimp you Goldy
And tell Sony they have my money
'Cause I play wit the Comodores and be like Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry if 50 Cent came to rob me
be part of my charity
I, I thank my hood

To my cuttin' here in the shops
Thank God it's
To the sweatin' up in the chop shops
Yo, Friday
To my that don't got no job
it's Friday
What's the track, what's the yo?
She wanna, 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
'Cause your girlfriend after you leave

I thank my hood
For the of money I know kids who'll slit your throat
Friday the Jason wit a trench coat
But you can't Suzie
'Cause her man got so many uzi's you'd he was Cadivi

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

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

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

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

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