Luyện nghe bài hát Put Em Up

[** Beat: All the Way Turnt Up by Roscoe
Fiasco:]
Microphone check, I em all bounce
Every teller in Bank of America, make em all
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 that I zone out
Im Rich and Po Zone 4, thoughts is deep like Tone Loc
Walk with me like old folk, cross your street a goaled
I dont rap, I hockey rink my flow is so cold
I am on my mmhmm, are on they Oh, No!
I am really in here, they aint real like Glo
Dont you know Im so sho, them got no Glow
Find a master you can come back into the dojo
Lupe got his mind right, n-gga is my mic
And Ive to take it all back like Miller High Life
He must not be tied tight, back the wall,
He will throw a ball, like he playin Jai
Ill do the register, you just get them fries
I dont trust America, after watchin
Take a look at my stripes, looks like a tiger arm
and Im hot as balm, fire like a five-alarm
And its set ya barn, Get ya fire-fighter on.
I aint worried bout you hoes, I dont 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 the entire song, find a line to drive it on
Park it near a metaphor, for it, the timers on
You can turn your hydrants on, Ill turn my wipers on
Wipe it off then wipe me but dont forget about my bomb!