Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I bring you the of our shit
Reinforced with hardness of
Arms with the and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the stars to the
From the to the bomb
It's a whole lot of light and a whole lot of
My arms long, but I'm
A strong arm, I can up all this
You gon' have to a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn,
Yeah, Team
We're long armed, put my arms on a
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 like to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint jams in the year
That act the man up in here
don't count when your only real fan is a mirror
That's subliminal to any nigga he feel 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 your man lookin'
Turning whiter Anderson hair
Came out the like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, Louis
Callin women bitches, and Gucci shows
Well, I guess there my Louis shows
More o shit, if role 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'
Electric fences for a
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man these record prostitute you
Strap them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of
Catch a bad
You can stick that 360 between your
Artists let's mobilize and unionize like the
Radio is making our craft
Forced to repeat the dumb shit 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 your publishin', said you really need a hook
And ain't gon' pay you, said that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is what producers
placements or you stuck in that producer deal
And R&B so get it the wildest
All money goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta up with that image
Label lose they mind if they ever see a
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and
suggest you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But all entertainment
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 bullet left the
I fight evil, everyday I'm
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the People, happy