Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Roscoe
[Lupe
Microphone check, I em all bounce
Every in Bank of America, make em all count
You need the whole staff to add up the amount.
Its gonna take to pay me off to keep me out your
To keep me in my zone so that I zone out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Loc
Walk with me like old folk, cross your street a goaled
I dont rap, I rink cause 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 into the
Lupe got his right, n-gga 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 throw a ball, like he playin Jai Alai
Ill do the register, you get them fries right
I trust America, after watchin Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes, 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 need to roll
I down your ex like how you put your tires on
Once I get tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on
And this around the entire song, find a line to drive it on
Park it a metaphor, wait for it, the timers on
You can turn your on, Ill just turn my wipers on
Wipe it off then me down but dont forget about my bomb!