Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

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

2]
Oh alert, Louis clothes
women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess goes my Louis shows
More o shit, if your role model's a role
And if you live your life like it's a
Talkin' to us like we mics, a bunch of you do befo'
Electric fences for a
Also keep a in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me II
Oh shit, man these record labels you
Strap them to 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
is making our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb that work
Only as hot as last beat
And rappers, they 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 stupid real, is what producers feel
Twenty or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they money goes to and stylists
Gotta keep up with 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
when Cobain blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if snakes in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet left the
I fight evil, I'm livin'
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the that killed 'em
of the People, happy Thanksgiving