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, em all count
You gone need the whole to add up the amount.
Its take to pay me off to keep me out your house
To keep me in my zone so that I dont out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, thoughts is 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, they are on Oh, No!
I am really in here, they real like Soul Glo
Dont you know Im so sho, them got no Glow
Find a master fore you can 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 must not be tied tight, against the wall,
He will throw a ball, like he playin Jai
Ill do the register, you just get them right
I dont America, after watchin Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes, looks like a tiger arm
and Im hot as tiger balm, fire a five-alarm
And its set ya barn, Get ya fire-fighter on.
I aint worried bout you hoes, I even need to roll
I turn down your ex like how you put your 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 near a metaphor, wait for it, the on
You can your hydrants on, Ill just turn my wipers on
Wipe it off wipe me down but dont forget about my bomb!