Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

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

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

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

I wear my lee's and tapered at the bottom
I them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So, if you got a problem you know I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and gutter

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

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

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

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

Blood lust takes me over, I close my eyes
And look back over these jet skies
My here, may be short or long
So, when I rhyme here I'ma light 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' difficult
Blood gushin' when I kick your skull

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

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

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

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

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

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

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