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 diary on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the place you me in
I would not believe you, results are so astonishing
chasing me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the things
a quarter million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook triple-double
Most player, they don't know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My Olympic champion throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
My favorite Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you 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 getting up five days a
ya teeth, washing your ass,
going into your office and some old guy rich paid out
Let me roll up my and go to work
a motherfucking job

It's still that muthafuckin' time
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
Fuck the that's just the state of mind I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million dollar 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 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
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 took acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
Treat the like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn on
every night, I go 'til 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 cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're somebody else rich
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me roll up my and go to work
How does work?

A fucking always looking, tryna 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', doing work
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a carcass
A artist
But you love or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How could they be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to
You New Times aristocrats you should just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm the Bay, was born 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 'em back 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