Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
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 studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm in
If you told my younger self that the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so
chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a for the finer things
That's a quarter on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere 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' getting up five days a week
Brushing ya teeth, your ass,
going into your office and making some old guy rich out
Let me roll up my and go to work
a motherfucking job

It's still that 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 place you me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
rappers sneak diss when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be dead and
Disrespect me, come 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 long
This beat I go on
I just some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio like a
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn on
Work every night, I go after dawn
To be the thing in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

Let me
Look, you could be a bank teller, you could be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, sell at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else
punching that clock.
You clock in, you out, you making that money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How does work?

A fucking always looking, tryna search for targets
If you know me, don't speak on me
to your departments
While they debate if I'm an artist
Or if I'm merging
All I know, I'm just working hardest
And the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A artist
But you could or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, off,
How could they be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you just 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 a million, I'ma get these plaques
And 'em back 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