Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I you the torches of our shit
Reinforced with of Wolverine's
Arms with the harshness and overall
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 strong arm, I can lift up all
You have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team
We're long armed, put my on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the throne as I dance in the
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the
The niggas like 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 fan is a mirror
That's to any nigga that he feel he is too
But you don't a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love they dance in the square
Yeah, too, but only cause Granderson there
And now wears pants on La Brea
We all friends, why man lookin' scared?
Turning whiter than Anderson
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 goes my shows
More o shit, if your role model's a role
And if you your life like it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a 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 these record labels you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 your asscheeks
Artists let's mobilize and unionize like the
Radio is making our craft
Forced to the same dumb shit that work
Only as hot as your last
And rappers, relating to that last piece
Album leave they desk if you don't got no B.D.S
Sacrifice publishin', they said you really need a hook
And they ain't gon' pay you, that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is what feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they money goes to and stylists
keep up with that image
Label 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 blew out his brains, did he 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 peace to men, women and the
And middle to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the People, happy