Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I wear my Nike in Gucci
I wear no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, till I'm jumpin out the windooow, haha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies 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 they lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin like CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these is has-beens
We makin friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, niggas is fake joe
need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no I'mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run from no man
And there ain't been no prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario when it was duck hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star I forfeited my scholar
Shit didn't finish college, shit wasn't a
Shit my is here I'm who they call up
So I be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
the city the Philly 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 the D Dot where 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 be's 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 Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a
And been tellin other rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform him or you might regret
I guess they didn't get the or the leaflet
You know if you was than me then you'd be led
And if you had more street cred you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just eat bread
Fuckin with my people 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 Seacrest
Don't 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 with parking
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside they rap soft
My pen sparks the I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so my ten bars cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, hold up, up