Luyện nghe bài hát Sharp

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

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

[Verse 1 -
It's nothin' like where I from
That's why I shed light on the I come form
Nigeria inspired to drum
The proprietor on the globe from our sun
I own it
Now on it
My mind's so bright when that when I go in you notice it no mo'
So if I down to a man
Not only do I but I provide a tan
out a van
Braggin' I am
in green and red like flag of Sudan
While you pretend, and you so pretentious
I love a Tracey Ross but I don't a girlfriend, look
Warm is a pen the hand from the head
That whatever it creates it will land in the
In the of the group
They lack I do
You think that I had a match for a tooth
And I like Bob Backland in the booth
To bad bitches I'm about as bashful as
I and the Swishers
Two dyke bitches while I'm filmin' picnic, yum
The son
Prodigal, the
That's Deep and that is no pun
Do
bad bitches 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 blade under the tongue, nigga
And it a ton
Dub A.L.E., a son of a gun
And I master every under the sun
Talk sharp a razor blade
Ha

[Verse 2 -
The razor blade sharp and no
Cold, Antarctic flow, rap nigga, you want to
See my name on a flier you ought to go
My arsenal, makes for an show
And the discography, you got to see
It's like I names off of classic LP's
I guess I sort of did and I call it
Conversation, abbreviation I it D.C.
The home of Wale, formerly of me
I did a little stint, shout out to the east
And back north of course to pen more
Awesome thoughts, record and forward to
so I over charge
Bars is over
They hot now, when drop it's over 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 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 every trade the sun
Talk sharp like a blade
Ha, uh

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

[Verse 3 - Slim]
I'm to the impostors

They impressed with my pimp
Team shine hard, squint at the roster
Fuck you gon' need a stint at the doctors
be careful
Fuck boys you fearful
We tote toast we careful

I flash smiles at the mean
Got a little too much confidence and shook
Use my as a pawn to get your queen took
I got a fetish for fresh, I'm a crook
And I need a coupon when I cop a Coupe
Cause I'm a baller all niggas do is lock the hoop
sayin' that's your girl
She's a
I treat Arnette like a net when I and shoot

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

I'm convertible
I ain't play no more I converted to
And I rarely get credit so I keep cash me
is a hell of drug, ask Whitney
Yeah, is creativity on Creatine
D.C. about to blow, we know cause we the

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