Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking again
Tell my what's 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 are so astonishing
chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer
That's a million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple-double
Most improved player, don't know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic throwin' a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing 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 five days a
Brushing ya teeth, washing ass,
going into your office and making some old guy rich out
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
a motherfucking job

It's still that muthafuckin' again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck a thing
Fuck the that's just the state of mind I'm in
the place you find me in
Look, ain't nobody 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 Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be and gone
Disrespect me, come to the bay, your pass is gone
My is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
This beat I go on
I took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio like a
Never down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go 'til dawn
To be the biggest 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 clothes at a boutique.
listen, you're makin' somebody else rich
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you that money
Let me roll up my and go to work
How does work?

A fucking hater's always looking, tryna search for
If you know me, don't speak on me
to your departments
While they debate if I'm an artist
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 perfect
A artist
But you could or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How could they be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to
You New York Times aristocrats you just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the
And I'm a in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these
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