Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's motherfucking time again
my diary what's on my mind again
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 that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these are so astonishing
Demons chasing me, I ran from Leviathan
The beautiful and damned, I got a fetish for the things
a quarter million on some tires that I'm driving in
Pull up the McLaren like that's some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook averaging
Most improved player, they don't know what the is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My Olympic champion throwin' 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 fuck you
I understand the task at

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

It's still that muthafuckin' again
Blacking out, don't give a fuck about a
Fuck the world just the state of mind I'm in
That's the place you me in
Look, ain't live as him
Million dollar that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But they transformed and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg copying 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 pass is
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
beat I go assassin on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and rapping strong
Treat the studio a decathlon
Never down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
Work night, I go 'til 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 cars, sell clothes at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, makin' somebody else rich
You're punching clock.
You clock in, you out, you making that money
Let me up my sleeves and go to work
How does work?

A fucking hater's looking, tryna 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 know, I'm just working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I a perfect carcass
A polarizing
But you love or hate me
But try and say I don't pay my dues, 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 just
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 swimming laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to