Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** All the Way Turnt Up by Roscoe Dash:]
Fiasco:]
Microphone check, I em all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America, make em all
You gone need the staff to add up the amount.
Its gonna take to pay me off to keep me out house
To keep me in my so that I dont zone out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, thoughts is deep Tone Loc
Walk with me old folk, cross your street a scores goaled
I dont rap, I hockey rink cause my flow is so
I am on my mmhmm, they are on Oh, No!
I am really in here, they aint real like Glo
Dont you know Im so sho, them n-ggas got no
Find a master fore you can come back the dojo
got his mind right, n-gga this is my mic
And Ive come to it all back like Miller High Life
He must not be tied tight, against the wall,
He will a ball, like he playin Jai Alai
Ill do the register, you get them fries right
I dont America, after watchin Zeitgeist
Take a look at my stripes, chest looks a tiger arm
and Im hot as tiger balm, fire like a
And its set onto ya barn, Get ya on.
I aint bout you hoes, I dont even need to roll
I turn down your ex like how you put your on
Once I get these 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 hydrants on, Ill just turn my wipers on
Wipe it off then wipe me down but dont about my bomb!