Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I bring you the torches of our
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms with the and overall sharpness
Now how far do the get?
My nigga, the stars to the starfish
the baby to the bomb
It's a whole lot of light and a whole lot of
My arms long, but I'm
A strong arm, I can up all this
You have to build a bigger farm for us
To keep them wolves out of Old barn, bitch
Yeah, Jacob
We're armed, put my arms on a lear
Everytime I put my in the air
Watch the throne as I in the chair
Throw my crown in the crowd, it lands on the heir
The niggas like to pass interfere
Spend a lot of lint over in the year
act like the man up in here
That don't count when only real fan is a mirror
That's to any nigga that he feel he is too
But you don't a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love 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 lookin'
Turning whiter than hair
Came out the garage he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, Louis
women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci shows
Well, I guess goes my Louis shows
More o shit, if your role model's a role
And if you live your life it's a studio
Talkin' to us we mics, a bunch of you ain't do befo'
fences for a urinal
Also a toaster in my jacuzzi, yo
Shock-a-zulu, me Wasalu II
Oh shit, man these record labels you
Strap them to sushi bars, and em lots of fugu
a bad piece
You can stick that 360 between your
Artists let's mobilize and unionize like the
Radio is making our craft
Forced to repeat the same dumb that work
Only as hot as 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 really a hook
And they ain't gon' pay you, that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is what feel
Twenty placements or you stuck in that producer
And R&B so get it the wildest
All they money to hairdressers and stylists
keep up with that image
Label lose they mind if they see a blemish
impeals, airbrushers and trainers
Managers you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But it's all
Wonder Cobain blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the helped him aim it
Started pressing up records before the bullet the chamber
I evil, everyday I'm livin'
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the that killed 'em
of the People, happy Thanksgiving