Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

Let me up my sleeves and go to work
Beautiful and (Just Blaze)

It's that motherfucking again
Tell my diary what's on my again
Just a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my self that this the place 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 things
a quarter million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just shit to travel in
Westbrook triple-double averaging
Most improved player, don't know what the fuck is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing like a
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the task at

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

It's still that time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
Fuck the world that's just the state of I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million dollar smile I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and up like a Decepticon
Bunch of 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, your pass is
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
This I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and rapping strong
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole family on
Work every night, I go 'til after
To be the biggest 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 wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody rich
You're punching clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How does that

A fucking always looking, tryna search for targets
If you know me, don't speak on me
Stick to your
While they debate if I'm an urban
Or if I'm markets
All I know, I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a carcass
A artist
But you love or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, off,
How dumb they be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Britney to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to the gaps
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 every kid who
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to