Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I bring you the torches of our
Reinforced with of Wolverine's
with the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms
My nigga, the stars to the starfish
From the to the bomb
a whole lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My long, but I'm lawless
A strong arm, I can lift up all
You gon' have to a bigger farm for us
To them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team
We're long armed, put my on a lear
I put my hands in the air
Watch the as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it on the heir
The weak like to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint 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 don't stand a chance,
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love where they dance in the
Yeah, too, but only cause Granderson there
And now khaki pants on La Brea
We all friends, why your man scared?
whiter than Anderson hair
Came out the garage he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, Louis
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci
Well, I guess goes my Louis shows
More o shit, if your role model's a role
And if you live your like it's a studio
Talkin' to us we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
fences for a urinal
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me II
Oh shit, man these labels prostitute you
Strap to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 your asscheeks
let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is making our weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb shit that
as hot as your last beat
And rappers, they to that last piece
Album never leave they if you don't got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin', they you really need a hook
And they ain't gon' pay you, said that you a look
And what's real, is what producers feel
Twenty or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta up with that image
lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and
Managers suggest you a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when Cobain out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those in the industry helped him aim it
Started up records before the bullet left the chamber
I fight evil, everyday I'm
Rest in to men, women and the children
And middle to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the People, Thanksgiving