Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking again
Tell my diary what's on my again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the you find me in
I would not believe you, results are so astonishing
chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the things
That's a quarter on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just some shit to in
Westbrook triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere and you standing like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I the task at hand

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

It's still that muthafuckin' again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck a thing
Fuck the world just the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million dollar smile that I just and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers diss when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up a Decepticon
of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be and gone
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, pass is gone
My is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
This beat I go on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started strong
Treat the like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole family on
Work every night, I go 'til after
To be the thing in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

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

A fucking hater's always looking, tryna for targets
If you don't me, don't speak on me
Stick to your
While debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm just hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A polarizing
But you could or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, off,
How could they be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to
You New York Times aristocrats you should just
You miss the
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city, say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, get these plaques
And bring 'em back to every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work