Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Up by Roscoe Dash:]
[Lupe
Microphone check, I make em all
teller in Bank of America, make em all count
You need the whole staff to add up the amount.
Its take to pay me off to keep me out your house
To keep me in my zone so I dont zone out
Im Rich and Po like Zone 4, thoughts is like Tone Loc
Walk with me like old folk, cross street a scores goaled
I dont rap, I hockey rink cause my is so cold
I am on my mmhmm, they are on Oh, No!
I am really in here, aint real like Soul Glo
you know Im so sho, them n-ggas got no Glow
Find a master fore you can come back into the
Lupe got his mind right, this is my mic
And Ive come to it all back like Miller High Life
He must not be tight, back against the wall,
He will throw a ball, like he Jai Alai
Ill do the register, you get them fries right
I dont trust America, after Zeitgeist
Take a at my stripes, chest looks like a tiger arm
and Im hot as tiger balm, fire a five-alarm
And its set ya barn, Get ya fire-fighter on.
I worried bout you hoes, I dont even need to roll
I turn down your ex how you put your tires on
Once I get tires on, I buy a bomb and tie it on
And ride this around the entire song, a line to drive it on
Park it a metaphor, wait for it, the timers on
You can turn your hydrants on, Ill turn my wipers on
Wipe it off wipe me down but dont forget about my bomb!