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
Tell my diary what's on my mind
Just a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the you find me in
I would not you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the things
That's a quarter million on some tires that I'm in
Pull up the McLaren that's just some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
improved player, they don't know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the task at

Let me
What do you know work?
Let me
I'm talkin' getting up five days a week
Brushing ya teeth, your ass,
going into your office and making old guy rich paid out
Let me roll up my and go to work
That's a job

It's still that muthafuckin' time
Blacking out, don't a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that's just the state of I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put some in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a
Bunch of bootleg copying what I went platinum on
But the real, me myself and I, you all be dead 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
him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This I go assassin on
I just some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm put my whole damn family on
every night, I go 'til after dawn
To be the biggest 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.
listen, you're makin' somebody else rich
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How does work?

A fucking hater's always looking, tryna for targets
If you don't me, don't speak on me
Stick to departments
While they debate if I'm an artist
Or if I'm markets
All I really know, I'm just working
And the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing 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
Nobody to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Spears to Mozzy?
You New York aristocrats you should 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 I'ma go and sell a million, get these plaques
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work