Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's motherfucking time again
Tell my what's on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold
The studio that Pac got in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so
Demons chasing me, I ran 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 just some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the task at

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

It's still that muthafuckin' again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck a thing
Fuck the world that's the state of mind I'm in
the place you find me in
Look, nobody live as him
Million dollar smile that I just and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and changed up like a
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying I went platinum on
But the real, me myself and I, you all be dead 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 that lasted
This I go assassin on
I just some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the like a decathlon
Never down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
every night, I go 'til after dawn
To be the biggest 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, sell clothes at a boutique.
Alright listen, makin' somebody else rich
You're punching clock.
You clock in, you out, you making that money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How does work?

A fucking hater's always looking, tryna for targets
If you don't me, don't speak on me
Stick to departments
While debate if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging
All I know, I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A artist
But you could love or 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 did songs with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New Times aristocrats you should just relax
You miss the
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to bridge the
And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His slaps"
Said I'ma go and a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work