Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's motherfucking time again
Tell my what's on my mind again
Just a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got 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
Demons chasing me, I ran from Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a for the finer things
That's a quarter million on tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they know what the fuck is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the fuck you
I the task at hand

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

It's still muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck a thing
Fuck the that's just the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million dollar smile I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
rappers sneak diss when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be and gone
me, don't come to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
Study him 'cause he the one lasted long
This I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my 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 be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' else rich
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How that work?

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

Let me
Let me roll up my and go to work