Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Dash:]
[Lupe
check, I make em all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America, make em all
You gone need the whole to add up the amount.
Its gonna take to pay me off to me out your house
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 street a scores goaled
I rap, I hockey rink cause my flow is so cold
I am on my mmhmm, they are on Oh, No!
I am really in here, they aint real Soul Glo
you know Im so sho, them n-ggas got no Glow
Find a master you can come back into the dojo
got his mind right, n-gga this is my mic
And Ive to take it all back 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 just get fries right
I dont trust America, after Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes, 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 bout you hoes, I dont even need to
I turn down ex like how you put your tires on
Once I get tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on
And ride this around the song, find a line to drive it on
it near 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 dont forget my bomb!