Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that time again
Tell my diary on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that the place you find me in
I not believe you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer
The and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things
That's a quarter million on tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just some to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple-double
Most improved player, they don't know what the fuck is
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic throwin' a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the at hand

Let me
do you know about work?
Let me
I'm talkin' about getting up five days a
Brushing ya teeth, washing ass,
going into your 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 give a fuck about a
Fuck the world that's the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you 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 came up, they mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I platinum on
But the real, it's me and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't to the bay, your pass is gone
My is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This beat I go on
I took 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 thing 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, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' else rich
You're punching clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you that money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How does that

A fucking hater's always looking, tryna search for
If you don't know me, don't on me
Stick to your
While they if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm markets
All I really know, I'm working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A polarizing
But you could or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How could they be
Nobody help to me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with Britney Spears to Mozzy?
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 legend in my city, say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to