Luyện nghe bài hát BMF

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

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

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

[Lupe:
I think I'm Malcom X, Martin
Add a King, add a
Couple bible verses, and sooners
An AK-47 a revolution!! (nigga)
Think I'm Tupac, Bob
Kuti, Marcus Garvey
Them the real ones, a lighter for em
If you know, I'm ridin' for em