Luyện nghe bài hát BMF

[Lupe:
Uh huh, of the People!!
Yeahh, I c'mon. What the FUCK do I gotta do?
one for the fans here Jack.

[Lupe:
I think I'm Malcom X, Luther
Add a King, add a
bible verses, couple sunnas
An AK-47 a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
Kuit, Marcus Garvey

[Lupe: 1]
Them the real ones, light a for em
Letcha know, I'm ridin' for em
Gon' some, a lil more beat
Call yo around, then call the police!
Im wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ride, but with no sheets
One man by myself, even I'm 4 deep
hotel swimming pools, that's 4 feet
These like the rooms, so suite(sweet)
Priceline! so
Im the cell phone, they room keys
Im some shell toes, they some strings
I em off, i take em out
Im reverand run, with the out
Adidas, so
All day i dream, like im
Thats ship sinking, and im so afloat
I'm T-Pain, I'm on a boat!!!
Not the one, decaprios either
Hear the waves come, started in the bleachers
So I'm swag surfin', the pools getting
You still sweet though, here come room keepers
Ok ill be the strings, you be the
But what[what?], now they Jimmy Chu's
I the pants, you in the pools
Yo shit meows, my shit
I got a fifth flow, call me man
Africa the set, yea the motherland
For that BP, I shed 50
In Nigeria that oil been spillin' for 50 years!
Fifty years! Hell naww, yeahhh, tryina tell ya'll
At rate, niggas gon lose!
Can't for water, or grow your own food!
me what's gon' happen, when them stores close
And gon open up, no more
thats the realest shit
You gon' feel dat, hungers yo
But you can't dat!
wake up, don't join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear
and ain't even real, or are they?
But you ain't even know, cuz you
too fuckin much, if you start to
they in yo mind, and comin' out yo mouth
Its not a trick, nigga, a trap
of the fit, is what they aiming at
And niggas fit, fat as hell!
Fat in mind, body fat
Who use most the Americans!
Whats in heroin!
You think by mistake? They cant stop dat?
Don't think you safe though, you not black
is colorblind, so I'm colorblind
They gon' fuck with yours as they done with mine
They say i try to hard, verses
I learned most of this, from niggas in jail
Where you think im I'm from the streets nigga!
Triple OGs told me to nigga!
And that made up, nope! Thats a fact
They say gangsta shit, is the shit i rap
Look who i attract, at my inner circle
Bunch of street niggas, and a Erkles
at my fanbase! Oh yess!
Fuck what Pro say! at this protest!
Where they do that at? Who do that for?
Must mean I'm doin' bad, that is movin' slow
We talkin' on public radio!
Then me down in Houston, sittin on them 84's
Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or
Chilly Chill, shake off yo mastas
Pray to God; yo mind faster

[Lupe:
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin
Add a King, add a
Couple verses, and some sooners
An that's a revolution!! (nigga)
I'm Tupac, Bob Marley
Fela Kuti, Garvey
Them the ones, light a lighter for em
If you know, I'm ridin' for em