Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I it like Olindo
I my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't no Timbo
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 all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when niggas is actin?
They phony, get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to rappers
Fuck yappin they we don't clap em
And them 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 officially the original
If we wasn't so original then be criminal
and K'naan they don't know is they're radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the

(Wale)
told me go in, no problem I'mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run away no man
And ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a before I forfeited my scholar
Shit didn't finish college, wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who they up
So I be on that yard 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 the Milli V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no
We B blockers keep 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 Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big Comala
Ballin, so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars...

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And been tellin other rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform him or you might regret
I they didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder than me you'd 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 rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you
Then the blood drip on the floor poison
I been on more red carpets than Ryan
Don't cross me cause my I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or draw like leeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in
Get your ass privileges with meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klacks and big bwaps
And they think rap soft
My pen sparks the I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, hold up, up