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 make a move, better be quick
the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped

I stick and move like a dog in the
Who prowls but won't growl, before I'm gonna
Street light the way, as I stray
the corner liquor store and the penny arcade

Juiced on bennys and lemonade
I so many sweets, I've got tooth decay
Who say, that can't 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 meet in Spanish Harlem
So, if you got a problem you know I'm at
Lurkin' in the with snakes and gutter rats

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the end of the eve we roll up our
Mess my stake 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 the nerve to step on my chucks, fuck that
I wasn't brought up to turn the cheek
break your 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 hang on 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 clean and my ass

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

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

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