Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I bring you the of our shit
Reinforced with of Wolverine's
with the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms
My nigga, the stars to the starfish
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' to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old barn, bitch
Yeah, Team
long armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the throne as I in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the
The weak niggas to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint over jams in the
act like the man up in here
That don't count when your only real fan is a
That's subliminal to any nigga that he he is too
But you stand a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love they dance in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only Granderson there
And now wears khaki pants on La
We all friends, why your man scared?
Turning whiter than Anderson
Came out the garage like he saw a in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, clothes
Callin women bitches, and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there goes my Louis
More o shit, if role model's a movie role
And if you live your life like it's a
Talkin' to us 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
them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 between your
let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb shit work
Only as hot as last beat
And rappers, they to that last piece
Album never they desk if you don't got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin', they said you really a hook
And they ain't gon' pay you, said that you a look
And what's real, is what producers feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up with that
Label lose they mind if they ever see a
impeals, airbrushers and trainers
Managers you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet the chamber
I evil, everyday I'm livin'
Rest in peace to men, women and the
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims killed 'em
Friend of the People, happy