Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I bring you the of our shit
Reinforced with of Wolverine's
Arms with the harshness and sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the to the starfish
the baby 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' to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old 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 in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The weak niggas to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint over jams in the
That act 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 on La Brea
We all friends, why your man lookin'
Turning whiter than hair
out the garage like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, clothes
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and shows
Well, I guess there 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 like we mics, a bunch of you do befo'
Electric fences for a
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man these labels prostitute you
Strap them to sushi bars, and em lots of fugu
a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your
let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is making our craft
Forced to repeat the same dumb that work
as hot as your last beat
And rappers, they to that last piece
never leave they desk if you don't got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin', they said you really need a
And they ain't pay you, said that you received a look
And stupid real, is what producers feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in producer deal
And R&B chicks so get it the
All they goes to hairdressers and stylists
keep up with that image
Label lose they mind if ever see a blemish
impeals, airbrushers and trainers
Managers you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when Cobain blew out his brains, did he it?
And if those in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records the bullet left the chamber
I fight evil, I'm livin'
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the that killed 'em
Friend of the People, Thanksgiving