Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I bring you the torches of our
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms with the and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the stars to the
From the baby to the
It's a whole lot of and a whole lot of armlift
My arms long, but I'm
A strong arm, I can lift up all
You gon' have to build a bigger for us
To them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Team
We're long armed, put my arms on a
I put my hands in the air
Watch the as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it on the heir
The weak niggas like to interfere
Spend a lot of lint jams in the year
That act the man up in here
That don't count when your only 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
where 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 lookin'
Turning whiter Anderson hair
out the garage like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, clothes
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and shows
Well, I guess goes my Louis shows
More o shit, if your model's a movie role
And if you live life like it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a of you ain't do befo'
fences 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 asscheeks
Artists mobilize and unionize like the athletes
Radio is our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same shit that work
as hot as your last beat
And rappers, they relating to last piece
Album never leave they desk if you got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin', said you really need a hook
And they ain't gon' pay you, said that you a look
And stupid real, is what producers feel
Twenty or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B chicks so get it the
All money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta up with that image
Label lose they mind if they see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, and trainers
Managers suggest you a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder when Cobain blew out his brains, did he it?
And if those snakes in the helped 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 fingers to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the People, Thanksgiving