Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I it like Olindo
I wear my Nike boots in
I wear no Timbo
I it any tempo
I'm off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin 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 Audemar wrist
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that 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, these is has-beens
We ain't makin while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock

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

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

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale tellin other rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform him or you might regret
I they didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You if you was harder 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 well that's called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap beef to
Make you speechless, you bloody, make you teethless
the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Ryan
Don't cross me cause my I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or draw blood like
And my friend's a nut me in heaters
Get your ass with parking meters
Do I condone it or is some kinda small talk?
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I don't like my pores shut
I'm the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside think 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