Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I bring you the of our shit
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms with the harshness and overall
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the stars to the
From the to the bomb
It's a whole lot of and a whole lot of armlift
My arms long, but I'm
A strong arm, I can up all this
You gon' have to build a farm for us
To keep them out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team
We're long armed, put my on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the throne as I in the chair
my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The weak niggas to pass interfere
Spend a lot of over jams in the year
That act the man up in here
That count when your only real fan is a mirror
That's subliminal to any nigga he feel he is too
But you stand a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love where they in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only cause there
And now wears khaki on La Brea
We all friends, why man lookin' scared?
whiter than Anderson hair
Came out the garage he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh alert, Louis clothes
women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there goes my shows
More o shit, if your role a movie role
And if you live your life it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do
fences for a urinal
Also keep a in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me II
Oh shit, man these labels prostitute you
Strap them to bars, and feed em lots of fugu
a bad piece
You can that 360 between your asscheeks
let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same shit that work
Only as hot as last beat
And rappers, relating to that last piece
Album never leave desk if you don't got no B.D.S
Sacrifice publishin', they said you really need a hook
And they ain't gon' pay you, said that you received a
And stupid real, is what producers feel
placements or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they money goes to and stylists
Gotta keep up with image
Label they mind if they ever see a blemish
impeals, airbrushers and trainers
Managers you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when Cobain out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet left the
I fight evil, I'm livin'
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims killed 'em
Friend of the People, happy