Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking again
Tell my diary on my mind again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice Heineken
The studio that Pac got in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so
Demons chasing me, I ran Lucifer Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a for the finer things
That's a quarter million on some tires I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's just some shit to in
Russell triple-double averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the fuck is
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion a fuckin' javelin
3 Anakin
My favorite Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You won't get nowhere stalling and you standing a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I the task at hand

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

It's that muthafuckin' time again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
Fuck the that's just the state of mind I'm in
the place you find me in
Look, ain't nobody as him
dollar smile 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 they and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be and gone
Disrespect me, don't come to the bay, your pass is
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
This I go assassin on
I just took acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my damn family on
Work every night, I go 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' bank teller, you be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, makin' somebody else rich
punching that clock.
You clock in, you clock out, you making that
Let me roll up my and go to work
How that work?

A fucking hater's always looking, search for targets
If you don't know me, don't on me
to your departments
While they if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm just working
And the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing work regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a carcass
A artist
But you could love or 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 Britney Spears to Mozzy?
You New York Times aristocrats you should just
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was born to 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 bring 'em back to inspire every kid who
I'm Michael Phelps, get out my
I'm swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to