Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

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

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

Juiced on bennys and hard
I boost so many sweets, I've got tooth
Who say, that Mickey rock your life
I've up for 2 days straight and 3 nights

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 roll up our
Mess with my stake and have to swing
So, don't nothin' more difficult
Blood starts when I kick your skull

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