Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Work

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

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

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

It's still that time 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 smile that I just and put some diamonds in (yeah)
These rappers sneak when I came up, they prolly mad I'm on
But then they transformed and up like a Decepticon
of bootleg Geralds copying what I went platinum on
But the real, it's me myself and I, you all be and gone
Disrespect me, come to the bay, your pass is gone
My Obi-Wan is E-4-0, he game, I pass it on
Study him 'cause he the one that lasted
This beat I go on
I just took some acid, hit the booth, and started strong
Treat the studio like a
slowing down, I'm tryna put my whole damn family on
Work every night, I go 'til after
To be the biggest in the world,
I'm not the one to up on

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

A hater's always looking, tryna search for targets
If you know me, don't speak on me
to your departments
While they debate if I'm an urban
Or if I'm merging
All I really know, I'm just 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 artist
But you could love or me
But try and say I pay my dues, fuck off,
How dumb could 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 relax
You miss the
Bitch, I'm from the Bay, was to bridge the gaps
And I'm a legend in my city, they say "His slaps"
I'ma go and sell a million, I'ma get these plaques
And bring 'em to inspire every kid who raps
I'm Phelps, get out my lane
I'm different laps

Let me
Let me roll up my sleeves and go to