Rap , Hip-hop let the rice burn, the woman objects doing the house work let the rice burn and no cleaning: I'm tired, I'll leave it for later The cleaning, the scouring, the house too, I will sleep a little, I will watch TV I go there to party and that. I am fighting with plumber, the refrigerator and with the laundry I do not know who is going to throw away the ashtrays Who will fold my clothes if I go a whole day. Today you do not wash you do not eat Much less work overtime that put me, It is my duty many suppose To the street you, and to me who composes to me?