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 what's on my mind
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice 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 would not you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer
a quarter million 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 like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a javelin
Episode 3
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing a mannequin
Why the fuck you
I understand the task at

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

It's 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 you find me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, me myself and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, your pass is
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This I go assassin on
I just took acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the like a decathlon
Never down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
Work 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 bank teller, you could be a waitress
Let me
Or cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else
punching that clock.
You in, you clock out, you making that money
Let me roll up my and go to work
How that work?

A fucking always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, speak on me
to your departments
While they debate if I'm an artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm just hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A artist
But you could love or me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb 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 just relax
You miss the
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the
And I'm a in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire every kid who
I'm Michael Phelps, get out my
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work