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 a beat, I'ma crack 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 not believe you, these results are so astonishing
chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a for the finer things
That's a quarter million on some that I'm driving in
up the McLaren like that's just some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
My favorite 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 at hand

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

It's still muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
Fuck the world that's the state of mind I'm in
the place you find me in
Look, nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put some in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a
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 is gone
My is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one lasted long
This I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started strong
Treat the studio like a
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn 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 be a fuckin' 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 hater's looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, don't on me
to your departments
While they debate if I'm an urban
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm working 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 love or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb they be
Nobody help to me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Britney to Mozzy?
You New Times aristocrats you should just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps
And I'm a in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Michael Phelps, get out my
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to