Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Dash:]
[Lupe
Microphone check, I make em all
Every teller in Bank of America, make em all
You need the whole staff to add up the amount.
Its gonna to pay me off to keep me out your house
To me in my zone so that I dont zone out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, thoughts is like Tone Loc
Walk with me like old folk, cross your street a goaled
I dont rap, I rink cause my flow is so cold
I am on my mmhmm, are on they Oh, No!
I am really in here, aint real like Soul Glo
Dont you know Im so sho, them n-ggas got no
a master fore you can come back into the dojo
Lupe got his mind right, this is my mic
And Ive to take it all back like Miller High Life
He must not be tied tight, back the wall,
He will throw a ball, like he playin Jai
Ill do the register, you get them fries right
I dont America, after watchin Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes, chest like a tiger arm
and Im hot as tiger balm, fire like a
And its set ya barn, Get ya fire-fighter on.
I aint worried you hoes, I dont even need to roll
I turn your ex like how you put your tires on
Once I get these tires on, I buy a and tie it on
And ride this around the song, find a line to drive it on
Park it a metaphor, wait for it, the timers on
You can turn your hydrants on, Ill just turn my on
Wipe it off then me down but dont forget about my bomb!