Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

that motherfucking time again
Tell my what's on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold
The studio Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you my younger self that this the place you find 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 million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's some shit to travel in
Russell triple-double averaging
improved player, they don't know what the fuck is happening
The like "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing a mannequin
Why the fuck you
I understand the task at

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

It's that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't a fuck about a thing
Fuck the that's just the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
Million dollar that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, prolly mad I'm on
But then transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying what I platinum on
But the real, me myself and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, pass is gone
My is E-4-0, he givin' game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
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 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, sell 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 roll up my and go to work
How does that

A fucking hater's looking, tryna search for targets
If you don't know me, speak on me
Stick to departments
While they debate if I'm an artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm just hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A polarizing
But you could love or me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb they be
Nobody to make me
I did it by my
Who else did songs with 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 kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm different laps

Let me
Let me up my sleeves and go to work