Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I you the torches of our shit
Reinforced with of Wolverine's
Arms the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the to the starfish
From the baby to the
It's a lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My long, but I'm lawless
A strong arm, I can lift up all
You gon' have to build a bigger for us
To keep them out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team
long armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the
The weak niggas like to pass
Spend a lot of lint over jams in the
act like the man up in here
That don't count when your only fan is a mirror
That's subliminal to any nigga he feel he is too
But you don't stand a chance,
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love where they in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only cause there
And now wears khaki pants on La
We all friends, why man lookin' scared?
Turning whiter than hair
Came out the garage he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, Louis
women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there goes my Louis
o shit, if your role model's a movie role
And if you live life like it's a studio
Talkin' to us we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
Electric fences for a
keep a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me II
Oh shit, man these record prostitute you
Strap to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
Catch a bad
You can stick 360 between your asscheeks
Artists let's mobilize and unionize like the
Radio is making our weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb that work
as hot as your last beat
And rappers, they relating to that last
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 received a
And what's 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
Gotta up with that image
lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, and trainers
Managers suggest you a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
when Cobain blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the industry him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet the chamber
I evil, everyday I'm livin'
Rest in to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims killed 'em
Friend of the People, Thanksgiving