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 it any tempo
I'm off the indo
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 these niggas is
phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to rappers
yappin they lucky we don't clap em
And them people leakin like 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 to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios

(HOOK)
We original officially the most
If we so original then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're
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 from no man
And there ain't been no prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck
That's words to my mama, since I was in a
A nigga been a star before I my scholar
Shit didn't finish college, shit wasn't a
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who call up
So I still be on that yard with a feely of Marley
From the city the Philly women to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manilli been
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V
Now I'm from the D Dot we not no beatboxers
We talkin B blockers keep us with deep
See not no fad or no internet
But he be's on that web like he with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, Folarin so hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch bars... Wale

(HOOK)

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

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up