Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

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

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

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

I wear my lee's tight and at the bottom
I them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So, if you got a problem you where 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, don't make nothin' difficult
Blood starts gushin' I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' difficult
Blood starts gushin' I kick your 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 tangle masterminds, with heart
it, I'll even run a bump on his shopping cart

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

So if you got beef, better have 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, riddled with

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

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

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna have to
So, don't make nothin' more
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 turn the other
I'll break your back, just for touchin' me

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

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

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

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

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