Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

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