Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

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

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

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

I wear my lee's tight and tapered at the
I bought them at the swap meet in 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 with my stake and have to swing
So, don't make nothin' difficult
Blood starts 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 nothin' difficult
starts gushin' when 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 tangle masterminds, with heart
Fuck it, I'll run a bump on his shopping cart

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

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

lust takes me over, when I close my eyes
And look back over these jet black
My here, may be short or long
So, when I here I'ma light this on

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

What you lookin' at punk you don't know me Adam
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks, that
I wasn't brought up to turn the cheek
break your mothers back, just for touchin' me

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

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

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

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