Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

For to nothin', your soul could be mine
Now that got your attention, look you dead in the eyes
If you're gonna make a move, better be
the last mother fucker stuttered and got clipped

I and move like a dog in the night
Who prowls but won't growl, I'm gonna bite
Street light the way, as I stray
the corner liquor store and the penny arcade

Juiced on bennys and lemonade
I so many sweets, I've got tooth decay
Who say, that Mickey can't your life
been up for 2 days straight and 3 nights

I my lee's tight and tapered at the bottom
I bought them at the swap meet in Harlem
So, if you got a problem you where I'm at
in the garden with snakes and gutter rats

At the end of the eve we roll up our
Mess with my stake and have to swing
So, don't nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick skull

At the end of the eve we roll up our
Mess with my stake and I'ma to swing
So, don't nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' I kick your skull

With eyes on the back of my head, dark
I'm a lone drifter, on the lookout for a mark
I've got that'll tangle masterminds, with heart
Fuck it, even run a bump on his shopping cart

When I was young my father, in peace
Taught me how to pick a and copy car keys
As a little boy I'd hop through
Skilled at the art of enemies

So if you got beef, better have good because
Even if you knock me down, get up
And if you kill me, I'ma slice your gut
With a straight edge razor, riddled with

Blood lust me over, when I close my eyes
And look back over these jet black
My here, may be short or long
So, when I rhyme here I'ma this on

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
with my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, make nothin' more difficult
Blood starts gushin' when I kick your

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'm gonna to swing
So, make nothin' more difficult
Blood gushin' when I kick your skull

you lookin' at punk you don't know me from Adam
And you the nerve to step on my chucks, fuck that
I brought up to turn the other cheek
I'll break your back, just for touchin' me

I crush M.C's with line, step line, they're
triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader throwin' jabs and
Of meat that on hooks and straight stink

Go play the clubs that love to
Where chumps, step bump me as they on past
Avalon don't care for breasts
Less cook and clean and wipe my ass

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess my stake and I'ma have to swing
So, don't make nothin' difficult
Blood starts when I kick your skull

At the end of the eve we up our sleeves
Mess with my stake and I'ma have to
So, don't make nothin' more
Blood starts gushin' when I kick skull

My attitude is all fucked up and shitty
ill, mad rap
My attitude is all up and real shitty
ill, mad rap

My is all fucked up and real shitty
ill, mad rap
My attitude is all up and real shitty
ill, mad rap