Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
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 I'mma do it bigger an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin when these niggas is actin?
phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin lucky we don't clap em
And have them people like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is
Dig, these is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to up, we the fuckin clock radios

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no problem go in
And shy away drama, I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Brothers when it was duck hunt
words to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star before I forfeited my
Shit didn't finish college, wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who call up
So I still be on that with a feely of that Marley
the city the Philly women willing to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manilli involved
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V
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 be's Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin, so goddamn hard
Fat everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a
And Wale been other rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform after him or you regret
I guess they didn't get the memo or the
You know if you was harder me then you'd be led
And if you had more street cred then you'd be
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 turn rap to piglets
Make you speechless, you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor poison
I been on red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me my friend I'm no Jesus
I turn cheecks or draw blood like leeches
And my a nut me spark in heaters
Get your ass privileges with parking
Do I condone it or is some kinda small talk?
not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside they think rap
My pen sparks the benchmark I off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so my ten bars cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up