Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it Olindo
I wear my Nike in Gucci
I don't wear no
I it any tempo
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 an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be
It's utterly so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, niggas 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 fuckin clock

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

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin other take a deep breath
And don't perform after him or you might
I guess they 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 you'd be
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, you teethless
the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me 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 parking
Do I condone it or is this some kinda talk?
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 klick klacks and big
And inside they rap soft
My pen sparks the benchmark I off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars
Now I'm off

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up