Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking again
Tell my what's on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold
The studio that Pac got shot in, I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this the you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so
Demons chasing me, I ran from Lucifer
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the things
That's a quarter million on some tires that I'm in
Pull up the McLaren that's just some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most player, they don't know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic throwin' a fuckin' javelin
Episode 3
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the fuck you
I understand the task at

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

It's still that muthafuckin' again
out, don't give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world just the state of mind I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, ain't live 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 transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds 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
Study him 'cause he the one 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
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, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else
You're that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How does that

A hater's always looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't me, don't speak on me
Stick to departments
While they debate if I'm an urban
Or if I'm markets
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 love or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb they be
help to make me
I did it by my
Who else did with everybody Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should relax
You the facts
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, get these plaques
And bring 'em back to inspire every kid who
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to