Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

For next to nothin', your could be mine
Now that got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gonna a move, better be quick
'Cause the last mother fucker and got clipped

I and move like a dog in the night
Who prowls but growl, before I'm gonna bite
lamps light the way, as I stray
Past the corner store and the penny arcade

Juiced on bennys and lemonade
I boost so many sweets, got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't rock life
I've up for 2 days straight and 3 nights

I wear my lee's tight and at the bottom
I bought at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So, if you got a you know where I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and rats

At the end of the eve we roll up our
with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't nothin' more difficult
starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to
So, make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' I kick your skull

With eyes on the of my head, after dark
I'm just a drifter, on the lookout for a mark
I've got angles tangle masterminds, with heart
Fuck it, I'll run a bump on his shopping cart

When I was my father, rest in peace
Taught me how to pick a and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop chimneys
Skilled at the art of enemies

So if you got beef, better have luck because
if you knock me down, I'll get up
And if you don't kill me, I'ma slice gut
With a edge razor, riddled with rust

Blood lust me over, when I close my eyes
And look back these jet black skies
My here, may be short or long
So, when I rhyme here I'ma light on

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to
So, don't make more difficult
starts gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our
Mess with my and I'm gonna have to swing
So, don't nothin' more difficult
Blood gushin' when I kick your skull

What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks, fuck
I brought up to turn the other cheek
I'll break mothers back, just for touchin' me

I crush M.C's with line, line, they're mute
Stranglin' triangles, spheres, and
The day old leader jabs and slabs
Of meat that on hooks and straight stink

Go play the clubs love to dance
Where chumps, step bump me as they walk on
Avalon don't none for breasts
Less they cook and and wipe my ass

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma to swing
So, don't make more difficult
Blood starts when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our
Mess with my and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more
Blood starts gushin' when I kick skull

My attitude is all fucked up and real
ill, mad rap
My attitude is all fucked up and real
ill, mad rap

My attitude is all fucked up and shitty
ill, mad rap
My attitude is all fucked up and real
ill, mad rap