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 gonna make a move, better be quick
'Cause the last mother fucker and got clipped

I stick and 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 liquor store and the penny

Juiced on bennys and lemonade
I so many sweets, I've got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey rock your life
I've up for 2 days straight and 3 nights

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

At the end of the eve we roll up our
Mess with my stake and I'ma to swing
So, make nothin' 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 your

eyes on the back of my head, after dark
I'm just a lone drifter, on the lookout for a
I've got angles tangle 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 car keys
As a little boy I'd hop chimneys
at the art of making enemies

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

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

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

At the end of the eve we roll up our
Mess with my and I'm gonna have to swing
So, make 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 to step on my chucks, fuck that
I wasn't brought up to turn the other
I'll break your mothers back, just for me

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

Go the clubs that love to dance
Where chumps, step bump me as they on past
Avalon don't care for breasts
Less cook and clean 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 skull

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

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