Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I bring you the torches of our
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms the harshness 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 long, but I'm lawless
A arm, I can lift up all this
You have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn,
Yeah, Jacob
We're long armed, put my on a lear
I put my hands in the air
Watch the throne as I dance in the
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 that he he is too
But you stand a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love where they dance in the
Yeah, Yankees too, but only cause 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 alert, Louis clothes
Callin women bitches, and Gucci shows
Well, I guess goes my Louis shows
More o shit, if your role model's a movie
And if you your life like it's a studio
Talkin' to us we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
Electric for a urinal
Also keep a in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man these record labels you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em of fugu
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 your asscheeks
Artists let's mobilize and like the athletes
is making our craft weak
Forced to repeat the dumb shit that work
Only as hot as your beat
And rappers, they relating to that piece
Album leave they desk if you don't got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin', said you really need a hook
And they ain't 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 chicks so get it the
All they money goes to and stylists
Gotta keep up with that
lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, and trainers
suggest you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But all entertainment
Wonder when Cobain out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet left the
I evil, everyday I'm livin'
Rest in peace to men, women and the
And middle to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the People, Thanksgiving