Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

that motherfucking time again
Tell my diary on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm in
If you told my younger self that this the place you me in
I not believe you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer
That's a quarter million on some tires that I'm in
Pull up the like that's just some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook averaging
Most improved player, they don't know the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My Olympic champion 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 like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the task at

Let me
do you know about work?
Let me
I'm talkin' about up five days a week
Brushing ya teeth, washing 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 still that muthafuckin' again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
Fuck the world that's just the state of I'm in
the place you find me in
Look, nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a
of bootleg Geralds copying what 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, your is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
Study him 'cause he the one lasted long
This I go assassin on
I just took acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my damn family 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 could be a fuckin' bank teller, you be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, sell clothes at a boutique.
Alright listen, you're somebody else rich
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How does that

A fucking hater's looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't me, don't speak on me
Stick to departments
While debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm markets
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 leave a carcass
A artist
But you love or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, 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 York Times aristocrats you should just
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 back to 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