Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I wear my Nike boots in
I don't no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
I'm champagne, drinkin 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 than an Audemar wrist
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies these niggas is actin?
They phony, get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to rappers
Fuck yappin lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, niggas is has-beens
We ain't friends while these 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 wasn't so original then we'd be
Wale and K'naan they don't 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 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 before I forfeited my
Shit finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who call up
So I still be on that yard with a of that Marley
From the city the Philly women willing to
Though I put em on pause since been involved
Though everybody's on me the Milli V part
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 partner's
and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin, Folarin so hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a
And been tellin other rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform 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 you'd be dead
And I'm so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my people that's called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap beef to
Make you speechless, make you bloody, you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor pieces
I been on more red carpets Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me cause my friend I'm no
I don't turn cheecks or blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in
Get your ass privileges with parking
Do I condone it or is this some small talk?
Course not, I'm big like nut
Under I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where 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 sick my ten bars
Now I'm off

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up