Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking time
Tell my what's on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold
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 would not believe you, results are so astonishing
Demons me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
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
Westbrook triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's champion throwin' a fuckin' 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 task at

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

It's still that time again
Blacking out, don't give a about a thing
Fuck the world that's just the state of I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put some in (yeah)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds what I went 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 Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
This beat I go on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn 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' bank teller, you could be a
Let me
Or wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
listen, you're makin' somebody else rich
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you that money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How does that

A fucking always 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 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 polarizing
But you could love or 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 else did songs with everybody Britney to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should 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"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get plaques
And bring 'em back to every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me roll up my and go to work