El post de Iggy Azalea

Tengo días con una canción pegada, se llama work y la interpreta Iggy Azalea, con la cual me estoy obsesionando un poco jaja. La letra de la canción es una pasada; explica como las personas de abajo escalan hasta llegar a la cima que ellos se propongan, con trabajo y humildad.

Iggy es cantante pero también modelo, cosa que me gustó mas jaja, se caracteriza por ser una modelo con muy buen culo, cosa que es raro ya que las modelos suelen ser totalmente delgadas.

Aui les dejo la letra de la cancion:

Walk a mile in these Louboutins 
But they don't wear these shits where I'm from 
I'm not hating, I'm just telling you 
I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through 

Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt 
Sugar care, back lanes 
Three jobs, took years to save 
But I got a ticket on that plane 
People got a lot to say 
But don't know a thing about where I was made 
Or how many floors that I had to scrub 
Just to make it past where I am from 

No money, no family 
Sixteen in the middle of Miami 
No money, no family 
Sixteen in the middle of Miami 
No money, no family 
Sixteen in the middle of Miami 

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich 
I've been work work work work working on my shit 
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live 
I've been work work work work working on my shit 
Now get this work, Now get this work 
Now get this work, Now get this work... 

You can hate it or love it 
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting 
Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget 
White chick on that Pac shit 
My passion was ironic 
And my dreams were uncommon 
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me 
Robbed blind, basically raped me 
Ran through the bullshit like a Matador 
Just made me madder and adamant to go at em 
And even the score 
So, I went harder 
Studied the Carters till a deal was offered 
Slept cold on the floor recording 
At 4 in the morning 
[ De: http://www.dicelacancion.com/letra-work-iggy-azalea ]And now I'm passin' the bar like a lawyer 
Immigrant, art ignorant 
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit 
Hate be inconsiderate 
But the Industry took my innocence 
Too late, now I'm in this bitch! 
You don't know the half 
This shit get real 
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins 
What you call that? 
Head over heels 

No money, no family 
Sixteen in the middle of Miami 
No money, no family 
Sixteen in the middle of Miami 
No money, no family 
Sixteen in the middle of Miami 

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich 
I've been work work work work working on my shit 
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live 
I've been work work work work working on my shit 
Now get this work, Now get this work 
Now get this work, Now get this work... 

Pledge allegiance to the struggle 
Ain't been easy 
But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle 
Bags is all we had 
Do anything for my Mama, I love you 
One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice 
That ya managed to muscle 
Sixteen, you sent me through customs so 
All aboard my spaceship to Mercury 
Turn First at the light that's in front me 
Cause every night I'mma do it like it's my last 
This dream is all that I need 
Cause its all that I ever had 

Now get this work, now get this work 
Now get this work, now get this work 
Working on my shit... 
Now get this work, now get this work 
Now get this work, now get this work 
Working on my shit...