Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it Olindo
I wear my boots in Gucci
I don't 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 do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that be yappin
It's bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck they lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin like they're CD mastered
CD is in plasic, these niggas is
We ain't makin friends while niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the clock radios

(HOOK)
We original officially the original
If we so original then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan they know is they're radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the

(Wale)
They me go in, no problem I'mma go in
And shy from drama, I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't been no buster for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck
words to my mama, since I was in a starter
A been a star before I forfeited my scholar
Shit finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is I'm who they call up
So I still be on that yard a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly willing to menage
Though I put em on pause Manilli been involved
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V
Now I'm from the D Dot we not no beatboxers
We talkin B 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 partner's
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat rhymes bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna me a secret
And Wale been tellin rappers take a deep breath
And perform after him or you might regret
I guess they get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was than me then you'd be led
And if you had more street then you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I I'm just trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my well that's called the Heath Ledge
to say I turn rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor poison
I been on more red carpets than Ryan
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 spark in
Get your ass privileges parking meters
Do I condone it or is this kinda small talk?
Course not, I'm big like nut
Under pressure I don't like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick and big bwaps
And inside they think rap
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