Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I bring you the of our shit
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms
My nigga, the stars to the starfish
From the to the bomb
It's a whole lot of light and a whole lot of
My arms long, but I'm
A arm, I can lift up all this
You have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Jacob
We're long armed, put my arms on a
Everytime I put my in the air
the throne as I dance in the chair
Throw my in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The niggas like to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint over in the year
act like the man up in here
That don't count when your 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 dance in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only cause Granderson
And now khaki pants on La Brea
We all friends, why your man scared?
whiter than Anderson hair
Came out the garage like he saw a in there, huh

2]
Oh alert, Louis clothes
Callin bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there goes my shows
More o shit, if your model's a movie role
And if you live your like it's a studio
to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
Electric fences for a
Also a toaster 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
a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your
let's mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is making our craft
Forced to repeat the same dumb that work
as hot as your last beat
And rappers, relating 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 pay you, said that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is what feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in that deal
And R&B chicks so get it the
All they money to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta up with that image
lose they mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and
suggest you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when Cobain out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the industry him aim it
Started pressing up records before the left the chamber
I fight evil, I'm livin'
Rest in to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims that 'em
Friend of the People, happy