Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe - Verse 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I bring you the torches of our
Reinforced with of Wolverine's
with the harshness and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms
My nigga, from the to the starfish
From the to the bomb
a whole lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My long, but I'm lawless
A arm, I can lift up all this
You have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old MacDonald barn,
Yeah, Team
We're long armed, put my on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the throne as I dance in the
Throw my in the crowd, hope it lands on the heir
The weak niggas to pass interfere
a lot of lint over jams in the year
That act like the man up in
That don't when your only real fan is a mirror
That's to any nigga that he feel he is too
But you don't stand a chance,
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love they dance in the square
Yeah, too, but only cause Granderson there
And now khaki pants on La Brea
We all friends, why your man scared?
Turning than Anderson hair
Came out the like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, clothes
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and shows
Well, I guess there my Louis shows
More o shit, if your model's a movie role
And if you live life like it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a bunch of you ain't do
Electric fences for a
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man record labels prostitute you
them to sushi bars, and feed em lots of fugu
Catch a bad
You can stick 360 between your asscheeks
Artists let's mobilize and unionize like the
Radio is our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb shit work
Only as hot as last beat
And rappers, they relating to that piece
Album never leave they desk if you got no B.D.S
your publishin', they said you really need a hook
And they ain't gon' pay you, said that you received a
And what's stupid real, is what producers
Twenty placements or you stuck in that producer
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they goes to hairdressers and stylists
Gotta keep up that image
Label lose mind if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, and trainers
Managers suggest you fuck a to be famous, huh
But all entertainment
Wonder when Cobain out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the industry him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet the chamber
I fight evil, I'm livin'
in peace to men, women and the children
And fingers to the Pilgrims that killed 'em
Friend of the People, happy