Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I bring you the of our shit
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms with the and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the stars to the
the baby to the bomb
It's a whole lot of light and a lot of armlift
My arms long, but I'm
A arm, I can lift up all this
You gon' have to build a bigger for us
To keep wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team
We're long armed, put my arms on a
I put my hands 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 like to interfere
Spend a lot of over jams in the year
act like the man up in here
That don't count when your real fan is a mirror
That's subliminal to any that 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, too, but only cause Granderson there
And now khaki pants on La Brea
We all friends, why your man lookin'
Turning whiter than hair
Came out the like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, clothes
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and shows
Well, I guess there goes my shows
More o shit, if your model's a movie role
And if you live life like it's a studio
to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
Electric for a urinal
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man record labels prostitute you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of
Catch a bad
You can stick 360 between your asscheeks
Artists let's mobilize and unionize the athletes
is making our craft weak
Forced to the same dumb shit that work
Only as hot as your beat
And rappers, they relating to that last
Album never leave they desk if you got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin', they said you really a hook
And they gon' pay you, said that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is what feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in that producer
And R&B so get it the wildest
All money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up with that
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 blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if snakes in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet the chamber
I fight evil, everyday I'm
Rest in to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims killed 'em
of the People, happy Thanksgiving