Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

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

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

(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 been no prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
words to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star before I forfeited my
didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who call up
So I be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly women to menage
I put em on pause since Manilli been involved
Though on me like the Milli V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no
We talkin B blockers keep us with deep
See not no fad or no internet
But he be's on that web like he with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, Folarin so hard
Fat everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

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

(Wale)
Hold up, up, hold up