Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** All the Way Turnt Up by Roscoe Dash:]
Fiasco:]
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 to pay me off to keep me out your house
To me in my zone so that I dont zone out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, is deep like Tone 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, are on they Oh, No!
I am really in here, they aint 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, this 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 America, after watchin Zeitgeist
Take a at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger arm
and Im hot as tiger balm, like a five-alarm
And its set ya barn, Get ya fire-fighter on.
I aint worried 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 ride this around the entire song, find a to drive it on
Park it near a metaphor, wait for it, the on
You can turn your on, Ill just turn my wipers on
Wipe it off wipe me down but dont forget about my bomb!