Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

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