Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the forces of
I you the torches of our shit
Reinforced with hardness of
Arms with the and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, from the stars to the
From the to the bomb
It's a lot of light and a whole lot of armlift
My long, but I'm lawless
A arm, I can lift up all this
You gon' have to build a bigger for us
To keep wolves out of Old MacDonald barn, bitch
Yeah, Jacob
We're armed, put my arms on a lear
I put my hands in the air
Watch the as I dance in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it on the heir
The weak niggas to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint over in the year
That act like the man up in
That don't count when only real fan is a mirror
subliminal to any nigga that he feel he is too
But you don't stand a chance,
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
where they dance in the square
Yeah, too, but only cause Granderson there
And now wears khaki pants on La
We all friends, why your man scared?
whiter than Anderson hair
Came out the garage he saw a phantom in there, huh

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