Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

For next to nothin', your soul could be
Now I've got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gonna make a move, better be
'Cause the last mother stuttered and got clipped

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

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

I wear my tight and tapered at the bottom
I them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So, if you got a you know where I'm at
in the garden with snakes and gutter rats

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I crush M.C's with line, step line, they're
triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader throwin' jabs and
Of meat hang on hooks and straight stink

Go the clubs that love to dance
chumps, step bump me as they walk on past
Avalon don't care for breasts
Less they cook and and wipe my ass

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

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

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