Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my boots in Gucci
I don't no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm lifted off the
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 than an wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin when these niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these
Fuck yappin lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin like CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these niggas is
We ain't makin while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, niggas is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the clock radios

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no I'mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run away no man
And ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, I was in a starter
A nigga a star before I forfeited my scholar
Shit didn't finish college, shit a problem
Shit my is here I'm who they call up
So I still be on that yard a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly women willing to
Though I put em on since Manilli been involved
everybody's on me like the Milli 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 with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
K'naan and my is too big like Comala
Ballin, Folarin so 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 other rappers take a breath
And don't after him or you might regret
I guess they get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder me then you'd be led
And if you had street cred then you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just trynna eat
Fuckin with my people well that's the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap to piglets
Make you speechless, you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Seacrest
Don't me cause my friend I'm no Jesus
I don't turn or draw blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in
Get your ass privileges with meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small
Course not, I'm big like nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside they rap soft
My pen sparks the I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, up, hold up