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 what's on my mind
play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, I'm rhyming in
If you told my self that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so
Demons me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the things
a quarter 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 champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the task at

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

It's still that muthafuckin' time
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
Fuck the world 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 diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, prolly mad I'm on
But then they and changed up like a Decepticon
of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me and I, you all be dead 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 he the one that lasted long
This I go assassin on
I took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn 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 bank teller, you could be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, sell clothes at a boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' 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 that work?

A hater's always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, don't on me
Stick to departments
While debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm just hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A polarizing
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 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 in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Michael Phelps, get out my
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work