Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I you the torches of our shit
Reinforced with hardness of
with the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms
My nigga, from the to the starfish
From the baby to the
a whole lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My long, but I'm lawless
A strong arm, I can lift up all
You gon' have to a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old 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 dance in the
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it 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
subliminal to any nigga that he feel he is too
But you stand a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love they dance in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only Granderson there
And now wears khaki on La Brea
We all friends, why your man scared?
Turning whiter than hair
Came out the garage he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh alert, Louis clothes
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and shows
Well, I guess there 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 do befo'
fences for a urinal
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, call me II
Oh shit, man these record prostitute you
them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 your asscheeks
Artists mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is our craft weak
Forced to repeat the dumb shit that work
Only as hot as last beat
And rappers, they relating to that last
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 pay you, said that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is producers feel
placements or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B chicks so get it the
All they goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up that image
Label lose they if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, and trainers
Managers you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But all entertainment
Wonder when Cobain out his brains, did he blame it?
And if snakes in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet the chamber
I fight evil, everyday I'm
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims killed 'em
of the People, happy Thanksgiving