Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

Let me roll up my and go to work
and Damned (Just Blaze)

It's that motherfucking time
Tell my diary on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the you find me in
I not believe you, these results are so astonishing
Demons me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a for the finer things
a quarter million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin'
3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing like a
Why the fuck you
I understand the task at

Let me
What do you know about
Let me
I'm talkin' about getting up five days a
ya teeth, washing your ass,
going into office and making some old guy rich paid out
Let me roll up my and go to work
That's a job

still that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't a fuck about a thing
the world that's just the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, ain't live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying I went platinum on
But the real, it's me and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he game, I pass it on
him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This beat I go on
I just some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn on
every night, I go 'til after dawn
To be the thing in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

Let me
Look, you could be a fuckin' bank teller, you be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're somebody else rich
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me roll up my and go to work
How does work?

A fucking hater's always looking, tryna search for
If you don't know me, don't on me
Stick to your
they debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm markets
All I know, I'm just working hardest
And the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A artist
But you love or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How could they be
Nobody to make me
I did it by my
Who else did with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York aristocrats you should just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the
And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His slaps"
I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire kid who raps
I'm Michael Phelps, get out my
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work