Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

For next to nothin', your could be mine
Now that I've got 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 move like a dog in the
Who prowls but growl, before I'm gonna bite
Street lamps the way, as I stray
Past the corner liquor and the penny arcade

on bennys and hard lemonade
I boost so many sweets, I've got decay
Who say, that Mickey can't 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 garden with snakes and gutter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you at punk you don't know me from Adam
And you have the to step 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 with line, step line, mute
triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old throwin' jabs and slabs
Of meat that hang on and straight stink

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

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

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

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