Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Dash:]
Fiasco:]
Microphone check, I em all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America, make em all
You gone need the whole to add up the amount.
Its gonna to pay me off to keep me out your house
To keep me in my zone so that I zone out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, is deep like Tone Loc
with me like old folk, cross your street a scores goaled
I dont rap, I hockey rink my flow is so cold
I am on my mmhmm, are on they Oh, No!
I am really in here, they aint real Soul Glo
Dont you know Im so sho, n-ggas got no Glow
Find a master fore you can come back into the
Lupe got his mind right, this is my mic
And Ive come to take it all like Miller High Life
He must not be tight, back against the wall,
He will throw a ball, like he playin Jai
Ill do the register, you just get them right
I dont trust America, after 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 bout you hoes, I dont need to roll
I turn down ex like how you put your tires on
Once I get these tires on, I buy a and tie it on
And this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on
Park it near a metaphor, for it, the timers on
You can your hydrants on, Ill just turn my wipers on
Wipe it off wipe me down but dont forget about my bomb!