Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I wear my boots in Gucci
I don't no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
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 than an Audemar wrist
slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin they lucky we don't em
And have people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these niggas is
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is
Dig, these niggas is 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 they don't know is they're
How the did they fit the TV in the radiooo

(Wale)
They told me go in, no problem go in
And shy away from drama, I run away from no man
And there ain't been no buster for you suckas
Then they'll play with Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, I was in a starter
A nigga been a before I forfeited my scholar
Shit finish college, shit wasn't a problem
my homecoming is here I'm who they call up
So I still be on that with a feely of that Marley
From the the Philly women willing to menage
I put em on pause since Manilli 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 us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no phenom
But he on that web like he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat rhymes everytime bitch bars... Wale

(HOOK)

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

(Wale)
Hold up, up, hold up