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
the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped

I stick and move a dog in the night
Who prowls but won't growl, I'm gonna bite
lamps light the way, as I stray
Past the corner liquor store and the penny

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

I wear my tight and tapered at the bottom
I bought 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 up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and have to swing
So, don't make nothin' difficult
Blood gushin' when I kick your skull

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

With eyes on the back of my head, after
I'm just a lone drifter, on the lookout for a
I've got angles that'll masterminds, with heart
Fuck it, I'll even run a bump on his cart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' more
Blood gushin' when I kick 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 up and real shitty
ill, mad rap
My attitude is all up and real shitty
ill, mad rap