Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

Let me roll up my and go to work
and Damned (Just Blaze)

It's that motherfucking time
Tell my diary what's on my mind
Just a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so
chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The and damned, I got a fetish for the finer things
That's a quarter million on tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple-double
Most improved player, they don't what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a javelin
Episode 3
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere and you standing like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I the task at hand

Let me
What do you know work?
Let me
I'm talkin' about getting up five a week
Brushing ya teeth, washing ass,
going into office and making some old guy rich paid out
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
a motherfucking job

It's that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck a thing
Fuck the world that's the state of mind I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million smile that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be dead and
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, your is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one lasted long
This beat I go on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping
Treat the like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go after dawn
To be the thing in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

Let me
Look, you could be a fuckin' bank teller, you could be a
Let me
Or wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How does work?

A fucking always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, speak on me
Stick to departments
While they if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm markets
All I know, I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a carcass
A polarizing
But you could or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb they be
Nobody help to me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should relax
You miss the
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was to bridge the gaps
And I'm a in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, get these plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire every kid who
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm different laps

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work