Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking time
Tell my what's 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 this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, results are so astonishing
Demons me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things
That's a million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just some shit to in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, don't know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing a mannequin
Why the fuck you
I the task at hand

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

It's that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world just the state of mind I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, ain't live as him
Million smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, come to the bay, your 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 rapping
Treat the studio a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn on
Work every night, I go 'til 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 cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else
You're punching clock.
You in, you clock out, you making that money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How that work?

A fucking hater's always looking, search for targets
If you don't know me, 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 working
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect
A polarizing
But you could or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, off,
How dumb could be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Britney to Mozzy?
You New York Times you should just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the
And I'm a in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work