Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

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

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

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

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

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 your skull

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

With eyes on the back of my head, dark
I'm just a drifter, on the lookout for a mark
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
me how to pick a pocket and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through
Skilled at the art of enemies

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

Blood lust takes me over, when I my eyes
And look back over these jet skies
My time here, may be or long
So, when I rhyme here I'ma this on

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

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

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

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

Go play the that love to dance
Where chumps, step bump me as walk on past
Avalon don't care none for
they cook and clean and wipe my ass

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 gushin' when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick 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 shitty
ill, mad rap