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 and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, the stars to the starfish
From the 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 up all this
You gon' have to a bigger farm for us
To them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Jacob
We're armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the throne as I dance in the
Throw my crown in the crowd, it lands on the heir
The weak niggas like to interfere
Spend a lot of over jams in the year
That act like the man up in
That don't 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 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 garage like he saw a 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 role model's a movie role
And if you live your like it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do
Electric for a urinal
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man record labels prostitute you
Strap them to bars, and feed em lots of fugu
a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your
Artists let's and unionize like the athletes
Radio is making our craft
Forced to repeat the dumb shit that work
Only as hot as your beat
And rappers, they relating to last piece
Album never leave 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 a look
And stupid real, is what producers feel
placements or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they money goes to hairdressers and
Gotta keep up that image
lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and
Managers you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet the chamber
I evil, everyday I'm livin'
Rest in peace to men, and the children
And fingers to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
of the People, happy Thanksgiving