Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that time again
Tell my diary what's on my mind
Just play a beat, crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that the place you find me in
I would not believe you, results are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer
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 just some shit to in
Russell Westbrook triple-double
Most improved player, they don't what the fuck is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin'
3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere and you standing like a mannequin
Why the fuck you
I understand the task at

Let me
What do you know about
Let me
I'm talkin' about up five days a week
Brushing ya teeth, your ass,
going your office and making some old guy rich paid out
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
That's a job

It's that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that's the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, nobody live as him
Million smile that 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 and changed up like a Decepticon
of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, your is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
him 'cause he the one that lasted long
This I go assassin on
I just some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the studio like a
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn on
Work every night, I go 'til after
To be the biggest in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

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

A fucking hater's always looking, search for targets
If you don't me, don't speak on me
Stick to your
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 leave a carcass
A polarizing
But you could or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How could they be
Nobody help to me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York aristocrats you should just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the
And I'm a in my city, they say "His shit slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these
And bring 'em back to inspire kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my and go to work