Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking time
Tell my diary what's on my again
Just play a beat, crack an ice cold Heineken
The that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these are so astonishing
Demons me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a for the finer things
That's a quarter million on some tires that I'm in
up the McLaren like that's just some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook 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 nowhere stalling and you like a mannequin
Why the fuck you
I the task at hand

Let me
What do you know work?
Let me
I'm talkin' about getting up five 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 time again
Blacking out, don't a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world that's 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)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I went on
But the real, it's me 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 lasted long
This beat I go on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go 'til dawn
To be the thing in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

Let me
Look, you could be a fuckin' bank teller, you could be a
Let me
Or wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're somebody else rich
punching that clock.
You clock in, you out, you making that money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How that work?

A fucking hater's always looking, search for targets
If you don't know me, don't on me
Stick to departments
While they debate if I'm an urban
Or if I'm markets
All I really know, I'm just 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 polarizing
But you could or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, off,
How could they be
Nobody to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with everybody Britney Spears to
You New York Times aristocrats you should just
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 go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em back to every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to