Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking again
my diary what's on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm in
If you my younger self that this the place you find me in
I would not you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer
The and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things
a quarter million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just some shit to in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
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
What do you about work?
Let me
I'm about getting up five days a week
Brushing ya teeth, your ass,
into your office and making some old guy rich paid out
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
That's a job

It's still that muthafuckin' again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck a thing
the world that's just the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, nobody live as him
dollar smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be and gone
me, don't come to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
Study him 'cause he the one that long
This I go assassin on
I took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the like a decathlon
slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go 'til 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 cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody rich
punching that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you that money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How does work?

A fucking hater's looking, tryna search for targets
If you know me, don't speak on me
Stick to departments
While they debate if I'm an artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm just working
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a perfect
A polarizing
But you could love or me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb could 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 should just
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was to bridge the gaps
And I'm a in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my and go to work