Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 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
the baby to the bomb
It's a whole lot of and a whole lot of armlift
My long, but I'm lawless
A strong arm, I can up all this
You gon' have to 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
the throne as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it on the heir
The weak like to pass interfere
Spend a lot of over jams in the year
That act the man up in here
That count when your only real fan is a mirror
That's subliminal to any nigga that he 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 on La Brea
We all friends, why your man lookin'
Turning whiter Anderson hair
Came out the garage like he saw a in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, Louis
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and shows
Well, I guess there goes my Louis
More o shit, if your model's a movie role
And if you live your life like a studio
to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
Electric fences for a
keep 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 em lots of fugu
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 between your
Artists let's mobilize and like the athletes
Radio is our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same shit that work
Only as hot as your last
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 what's stupid real, is producers feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they goes to hairdressers and stylists
keep up with that image
Label lose they mind if they see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and
Managers suggest you a nigga to be famous, huh
But all entertainment
Wonder when blew 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 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, happy