Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

It's that motherfucking time
Tell my diary what's on my again
Just a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm in
If you my younger self that this the place you find me in
I would not believe you, these results are so
Demons me, I ran from Lucifer Leviathan
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 just some shit to travel in
Russell Westbrook averaging
Most improved player, they know what the fuck is happening
The homies "You're snappin'"
My mood's Olympic champion throwin' a javelin
Episode 3
My rapper's Gerald, I'm a very big fan of him
You get nowhere stalling and you standing like a mannequin
Why the you panickin'?
I understand the at hand

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

It's still that muthafuckin' again
Blacking out, give a fuck about a thing
Fuck the world just the state of mind I'm in
That's the you find me in
Look, ain't live as him
Million dollar that I just went and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak diss when I came up, they mad I'm on
But then they and changed up like a Decepticon
Bunch of bootleg Geralds copying I went platinum on
But the real, it's me and I, you all be dead and gone
Disrespect me, come to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he givin' game, I it on
Study him he the one that lasted long
This beat I go on
I took some acid, hit the booth, and started rapping strong
the studio like a decathlon
Never slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole family on
every night, I go 'til after dawn
To be the biggest in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

Let me
Look, you be a fuckin' bank teller, you could be a waitress
Let me
Or wash cars, sell at a fucking boutique.
Alright listen, you're makin' somebody else
punching that clock.
You clock in, you out, you making that money
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to
How does work?

A fucking hater's always looking, search for targets
If you know me, don't speak on me
to your departments
While they if I'm an urban artist
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm working hardest
And 'til the day I die, I'm hustlin', doing regardless
I'm in my twenties, if I go I leave a carcass
A polarizing
But you could 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 everybody Britney to Mozzy?
You New York Times you should just relax
You the facts
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His slaps"
Said I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these
And bring 'em back to inspire kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm swimming different

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to