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
play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self this the place you find me in
I would not you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran 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 that's just some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, don't know what the fuck 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 like a
Why the you panickin'?
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, washing ass,
going into your office and making old guy rich paid out
Let me roll up my and go to work
a motherfucking job

It's still muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck a thing
Fuck the 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 that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying 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 is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one lasted long
This beat I go on
I just some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn on
Work every night, I go 'til dawn
To be the biggest 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, sell at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, makin' somebody else rich
punching that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making money
Let me roll up my and go to work
How does work?

A fucking hater's looking, tryna search for targets
If you know me, don't speak on me
Stick to departments
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', 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 could they be
Nobody 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 the facts
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, I'ma get plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire 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