Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking again
Tell my diary what's on my again
Just play a beat, crack an ice cold Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self this the place you find me in
I would not you, these results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the things
That's a quarter million on tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the like that's just some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the fuck is
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My favorite Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing like a
Why the fuck you
I the task at hand

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

It's still that muthafuckin' again
out, don't give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that's just the of mind I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just went and put diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying I went platinum on
But the real, me myself 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
him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This beat I go 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 family on
Work every night, I go 'til after
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 cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're somebody else rich
You're punching clock.
You in, you clock out, you making that money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How that 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 really know, I'm just hardest
And the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a carcass
A artist
But you love or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, off,
How could they be
Nobody help to me
I did it by my
Who else did songs everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New Times aristocrats you should just relax
You miss the
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, 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