Luyện nghe bài hát Sharp

[Intro - talking]
K.B. what up? Jonas up? Haha. Check it. Uh

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue,
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master trade under the sun
Talk sharp a razor blade
Ha, uh

1 - Wale]
It's like where I come from
That's why I shed light on the darker I form
Nigeria inspired to talk
The soul on the globe from our sun
I own it
Now on it
My mind's so when that when I go in you can't notice it no mo'
So if I talk to a man
Not do I enlighten but I provide a tan
out a van
Braggin' I am
Draped in green and red like flag of
While you pretend, and you niggas so
I love a Tracey Ross but I don't a girlfriend, look
is a pen from the hand from the head
That whatever it it will land in the hand
In the pack of the
lack what I do
You would think I had a match for a tooth
And I snap like Bob Backland in the
To bad bitches I'm about as bashful as
I and the Swishers
Two dyke bitches while I'm them picnic, yum
The son
Prodigal, the
That's Mobb Deep and is no pun
Do
Straight bad I run, through
I put out when I'm
I to be redundant
So I'm hopin' that your is punc-tual
On
One
Wale huh
at me

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I every trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every trade the sun
Talk like a razor blade
Ha

[Verse 2 -
The bars razor sharp and no
Cold, Antarctic flow, rap nigga, you to know
See my on a flier then you ought to go
My arsenal, for an awesome show
And the discography, you got to see
It's I snatched names off of classic LP's
I guess I sort of did and I call it
Conversation, abbreviation I it D.C.
The of Wale, formerly home of me
I did a little stint, shout out to the south
And slid back north of course to pen
Awesome thoughts, and forward to y'all
so I over charge
Bars is over
They hot now, when Tor' drop it's for 'em
I'm years ahead of you right tiers
So the Wale can leave the hook right

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every under the sun
Talk like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master trade under the sun
Talk like a razor blade
Ha, uh

2 - Kingpin Slim]
And it a ton
My name's Slim and I'ma son of a gun
And I master every trade the sun
Talk sharp like a blade
Ha

3 - Kingpin Slim]
I'm to the impostors

They with my pimp posture
shine hard, you'll squint at the roster
Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the
be careful
Fuck you should fearful
We tote toast like we

I flash smiles at the looks
Got a little too much confidence and shook
Use my watch as a to get your queen took
I got a fetish for fresh, I'm a crook
And I don't a coupon when I cop a Coupe
Cause I'm a baller all niggas do is lock the hoop
You're sayin' that's your
She's a
I treat Arnette like a net when I stop and

Even if I miss she gon'
Homie, got the watchin' DMV now
I know they see me unless they senile
I pray I stay up out the grave and the

I'm convertible
I ain't play no more I to coachin'
And I rarely get credit so I keep with me
Cocaine is a hell of drug, ask
Yeah, this is creativity on
D.C. to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

[Chorus -
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor