Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking time
Tell my diary what's on my 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 that this the place you me in
I not believe you, these results are so astonishing
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 that's just some to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't what the fuck is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a javelin
3 Anakin
My favorite Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing like a
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the at hand

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

It's still muthafuckin' time again
out, don't give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that's just the state of I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, nobody live as him
dollar 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 then they and changed 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
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, your pass is
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he game, I pass it on
Study him he the one that lasted long
This beat I go on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and rapping strong
the studio like a decathlon
Never down, I'm tryna 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' teller, you could be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, sell at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else
You're punching clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How does work?

A fucking hater's always looking, search for targets
If you know me, don't speak on me
to your departments
While they debate if I'm an urban
Or if I'm markets
All I really know, I'm just working
And the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing 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 dumb they be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Spears to Mozzy?
You New York 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 sell a million, get these plaques
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Michael Phelps, get out my
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me roll up my and go to work