Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Up by Roscoe Dash:]
Fiasco:]
Microphone check, I make em all
Every teller in Bank of America, em all count
You need the whole staff to add up the amount.
Its gonna to pay me off to keep me out your house
To keep me in my so that 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, they are on 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 come back the dojo
Lupe got his mind right, n-gga is my mic
And Ive come to take it all back Miller High Life
He must not be tied tight, against the wall,
He will throw a ball, he playin Jai Alai
Ill do the register, you just get them fries
I dont trust America, after Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes, looks like a tiger arm
and Im hot as tiger balm, fire like a
And its set onto ya barn, Get ya on.
I worried bout you hoes, I dont even need 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 entire song, a line to drive it on
Park it a metaphor, wait for it, the timers on
You can turn your hydrants on, Ill turn my wipers on
Wipe it off then wipe me down but forget about my bomb!