Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I bring you the of our shit
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms with the and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the to the starfish
From the baby to the
It's a whole lot of light and a whole lot of
My long, but I'm lawless
A strong arm, I can up all this
You gon' to build a bigger farm for us
To them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Jacob
long armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the as I dance in the chair
my crown in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The weak niggas like to interfere
Spend a lot of lint jams in the year
That act like the man up in
That don't count your only real fan is a mirror
subliminal 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 where they dance in the
Yeah, Yankees too, but cause Granderson there
And now wears pants on La Brea
We all friends, why man lookin' scared?
Turning whiter than Anderson
Came out the like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, Louis
Callin bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there goes my Louis
More o shit, if your role a movie role
And if you live your life it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do
Electric fences for a
keep a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me II
Oh shit, man these labels prostitute you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 between your
let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is making our weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb shit work
Only as hot as last beat
And rappers, they to that last piece
never 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, said that you a look
And what's stupid real, is what feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in producer deal
And R&B chicks so get it the
All money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up with that
Label they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, and trainers
Managers suggest you fuck a to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when Cobain out his brains, did he blame it?
And if snakes in the industry helped him aim it
Started up records before the bullet left the chamber
I evil, everyday I'm livin'
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims killed 'em
of the People, happy Thanksgiving