Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I it like Olindo
I my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't wear no
I it any tempo
I'm lifted off the
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 than an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they Grammies 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 they lucky we don't em
And them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the clock radios

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

(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 buster 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 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 pause since Manilli been
everybody's on me like the Milli V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no
We talkin B blockers keep us with pockets
See not no fad or no phenom
But he be's on that web like he with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes everytime Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin rappers take a deep breath
And don't after him or you might regret
I guess didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder than me you'd be led
And if you had more street cred then be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just trynna eat
Fuckin with my people well that's called the Ledge
to say I turn rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you
Then the blood drip on the floor pieces
I been on more red carpets than Ryan
Don't me cause my friend I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or draw like leeches
And my friend's a nut me in heaters
Get ass privileges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some small talk?
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick and big bwaps
And inside they rap soft
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