Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Up Your Sleeves

For next to nothin', your could be mine
Now that I've got your attention, you dead in the eyes
If you're gonna make a move, be quick
'Cause the mother fucker stuttered and got clipped

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

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

I wear my lee's and tapered at the bottom
I them at the swap meet in Spanish Harlem
So, if you got a you know where I'm at
Lurkin' in the garden with snakes and rats

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 skull

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

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

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

So if you got beef, better good luck 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 takes me over, when I my eyes
And look over these jet black skies
My here, may be short or long
So, when I here I'ma light this on

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

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

What you lookin' at punk you don't know me from
And you have the nerve to step on my chucks, 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, line, they're mute
triangles, spheres, and cubes
The day old leader jabs and slabs
Of that hang on hooks and straight stink

Go play the clubs that love to
Where chumps, step me as they walk on past
Avalon don't none for breasts
Less cook and clean and wipe my ass

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

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

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

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