Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it Olindo
I my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't no Timbo
I it any tempo
I'm lifted off the
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm jumpin out the windooow, If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these
Fuck yappin they lucky we clap em
And them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while niggas is Anistons
Dig, niggas is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the clock radios

(HOOK)
We original the most original
If we so original then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan don't know is they're radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the

(Wale)
They me go in, no problem I'mma go in
And shy from drama, I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't no buster prepared for you suckas
Then play with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star I forfeited my scholar
didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who they up
So I still be on that yard a feely of that Marley
From the the Philly women willing to menage
Though I put em on since Manilli been involved
everybody's on me like the Milli V part
Now I'm the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
We talkin B blockers keep us deep pockets
See not no fad or no phenom
But he be's on that web he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
K'naan and my is too big like Comala
Ballin, so goddamn hard
Fat everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform after him or you regret
I they didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You if you was harder than me then you'd be led
And if you had more street cred then you'd be
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just eat bread
Fuckin with my people well called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap to piglets
you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Ryan
Don't me cause my friend I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me in heaters
Get your ass with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small
not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside they rap soft
My pen the benchmark I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so my ten bars cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, hold up, up