Luyện nghe bài hát Lupe Back

[Lupe Fiasco - 1]
Yield, to the of darkness
I bring you the of our shit
with hardness of Wolverine's
Arms with the and overall sharpness
Now how far do the arms
My nigga, from the stars to the
the baby to the bomb
It's a whole lot of light and a whole lot of
My long, but I'm lawless
A strong arm, I can lift up all
You gon' have to build a bigger for us
To keep them wolves out of Old barn, bitch
Yeah, Jacob
We're long armed, put my arms on a
I put my hands in the air
Watch the throne as I dance in the
Throw my crown in the crowd, hope it on the heir
The niggas like 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
That's subliminal to any nigga he feel he is too
But you don't a chance, playa
I am there, Chi-Town, fan of the
Love where they in the square
Yeah, Yankees too, but only Granderson there
And now wears pants on La Brea
We all friends, why man lookin' scared?
Turning whiter Anderson hair
Came out the like he saw a phantom in there, huh

2]
Oh shit alert, Louis
Callin women bitches, Louboutin and Gucci
Well, I guess there goes my Louis
More o shit, if your role model's a movie
And if you live life like it's a studio
Talkin' to us like we mics, a of you ain't do befo'
Electric for a urinal
Also a toaster 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 that 360 between your
Artists mobilize and unionize like the athletes
is making our craft weak
Forced to repeat the same dumb that work
Only as hot as last beat
And rappers, they relating to last piece
Album never they desk if you don't got no B.D.S
Sacrifice your publishin', they you really need a hook
And they ain't pay you, said that you received a look
And what's stupid real, is what producers
Twenty placements or you stuck in producer deal
And R&B chicks so get it the
All they money goes to hairdressers and
keep up with that image
Label lose they if they ever see a blemish
ProActiv impeals, airbrushers and
suggest you fuck a nigga to be famous, huh
But all entertainment
Wonder when blew out his brains, did he blame it?
And if those snakes in the industry him aim it
pressing up records before the bullet left the chamber
I fight evil, I'm livin'
in peace to men, women and the children
And middle fingers to the Pilgrims that 'em
of the People, happy Thanksgiving