Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I bring you the of our shit
Reinforced with of Wolverine's
Arms with the harshness and overall
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the to the starfish
From the baby to the
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 gon' to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old barn, bitch
Yeah, Jacob
long 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, hope it on the heir
The weak niggas like to interfere
Spend a lot of lint jams in the year
act like the man up in here
That don't count when your only real fan is a
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 dance in the square
Yeah, too, but only cause Granderson there
And now wears khaki pants on La
We all friends, why your man scared?
Turning whiter than hair
out the garage like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh alert, Louis clothes
Callin women bitches, and Gucci shows
Well, I guess goes my Louis shows
More o shit, if your role model's a movie
And if you live your like it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a 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 sushi bars, and feed em of fugu
a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your
Artists let's and unionize like the athletes
is making our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same shit that work
Only as hot as your last
And rappers, they relating to that 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 what's stupid real, is producers feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in that producer
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, and trainers
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 in the industry helped him aim it
Started pressing up records the bullet left the chamber
I fight evil, everyday I'm
Rest in peace to men, and the children
And middle to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the People, happy