Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's motherfucking time again
Tell my what's on my mind again
Just a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm in
If you told my younger self that this the you find me in
I would not you, these results are so astonishing
Demons me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the finer
That's a quarter 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 player, they don't know what the fuck is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
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 days a week
Brushing ya teeth, your ass,
going into your office and making some old guy rich out
Let me up my sleeves 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 of mind I'm in
the place you find me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they 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, me myself and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't 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 lasted
beat I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started strong
Treat the studio like a
slowing 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 fuckin' teller, you could be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' else rich
You're punching clock.
You clock in, you out, you making that money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How that work?

A fucking always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, don't on me
Stick to your
they debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm 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 dumb could be
Nobody to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm the Bay, was born to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city, say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, get these plaques
And bring 'em back to every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to