Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Up by Roscoe Dash:]
[Lupe
check, I make em all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America, em all count
You gone need the staff to add up the amount.
Its gonna to pay me off to keep me out your house
To keep me in my zone so I dont zone out
Im and Po like Zone 4, thoughts 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, aint real like Soul Glo
Dont you Im so sho, them n-ggas got no Glow
Find a fore you can come back into the dojo
Lupe got his mind right, n-gga is my mic
And Ive come to take it all back like Miller High
He not be tied tight, back against the wall,
He will throw a ball, like he playin Jai
Ill do the register, you just get them fries
I dont trust America, watchin Zeitgeist
Take a 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 worried bout you hoes, I dont even need to
I turn your ex like how you put your tires on
Once I get these on, I buy a bomb and tie it on
And ride this around the entire song, find a 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
it off then wipe me down but dont forget about my bomb!