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 diary what's on my mind
play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer
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 like that's 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 champion throwin' a javelin
Episode 3
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere and you standing like 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 days a week
Brushing ya teeth, your ass,
going into office and making some old guy rich paid out
Let me up my sleeves 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 live as him
Million smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers diss when 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, it's me myself and I, you all be dead and
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
beat I go assassin on
I just some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio a decathlon
Never down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
every night, I go 'til after 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 clothes at a boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' else rich
punching that clock.
You clock in, you out, you making that money
Let me roll up my and go to work
How does that

A fucking hater's looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't me, don't speak on me
Stick to your
While they debate if I'm an 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 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
help to make me
I did it by my
Who did songs with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should just
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 a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm different laps

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work