Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I it like Olindo
I wear my Nike in Gucci
I wear no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm lifted off the
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm out the windooow, haha 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 niggas is actin?
They phony, get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin they lucky we clap em
And have them people leakin like CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these niggas is
We makin friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is joe
need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios

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

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

(HOOK)

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

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up