Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Up by Roscoe Dash:]
[Lupe
Microphone check, I em all bounce
teller in Bank of America, make em all count
You gone need the staff to add up the amount.
Its gonna take to pay me off to keep me out house
To keep me in my zone so that I dont out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like 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 like Glo
Dont you know Im so sho, them got no Glow
Find a master you can come back into the dojo
got his mind right, n-gga this is my mic
And Ive come to take it all back like Miller High
He must not be tied tight, back the wall,
He throw a ball, like he playin Jai Alai
Ill do the register, you get them fries right
I dont trust America, after watchin
Take a look at my stripes, chest looks like a arm
and Im hot as tiger balm, like a five-alarm
And its set onto ya barn, Get ya on.
I worried bout you hoes, I dont even need to roll
I turn down your ex how you put your tires on
I get these tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on
And ride this around the entire song, find a line to 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 wipe me down but forget about my bomb!