Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

Let me roll up my and go to work
Beautiful and (Just Blaze)

It's that motherfucking again
Tell my diary what's on my mind
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice Heineken
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 you, these 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 on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the fuck is
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My favorite rapper's Gerald, I'm a big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I the task at hand

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

It's still muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
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 that I went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These sneak diss 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 platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be and gone
me, don't come to the bay, your pass is gone
My is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that long
This I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and rapping strong
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole family on
Work every night, I go 'til 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' else rich
You're punching clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How that work?

A fucking always looking, tryna search for targets
If you know 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 just working
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 could or hate me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb they be
Nobody help to me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should just
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get plaques
And 'em back to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm different laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to