Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Dash:]
Fiasco:]
Microphone check, I make em all
teller in Bank of America, make em all count
You gone the whole staff to add up the amount.
Its take to pay me off to keep me out your house
To me in my zone so that I dont zone out
Im and Po like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc
Walk with me like old folk, cross 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 aint real like 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, this is my mic
And Ive come to take it all like Miller High Life
He must not be tied tight, back the wall,
He will throw a ball, he playin Jai Alai
Ill do the register, you just get fries right
I dont trust America, watchin Zeitgeist
Take a at my stripes, chest 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 dont even to roll
I down your ex like how you put your tires on
I get these tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on
And ride this around the 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 then wipe me down but dont about my bomb!