Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

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

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

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

I my lee's tight and tapered at the bottom
I bought them at the swap 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 roll up our
with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't nothin' more difficult
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 make nothin' difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick skull

eyes on the back of my head, after 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 little boy I'd hop chimneys
Skilled at the art of making

So if you got beef, better have luck because
if you knock me down, I'll get up
And if you kill me, I'ma slice your gut
a straight edge razor, riddled with rust

Blood lust takes me over, when I close my
And look back over jet black skies
My time here, may be 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 have to swing
So, don't make more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I your skull

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

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 up to turn the other cheek
I'll break your mothers back, just for me

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

Go play the clubs love to dance
Where chumps, step bump me as walk on past
Avalon don't none for breasts
Less they and clean and wipe 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 gushin' when I kick your

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

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