Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my Nike boots in
I don't wear no
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm jumpin out the windooow, haha If the autotune's 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 thing that be yappin
It's utterly so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin they we don't clap em
And them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, niggas is has-beens
We ain't friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock

(HOOK)
We officially the most original
If we so original then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan they know is they're radio
How the hell did they fit the TV in the

(Wale)
They told me go in, no I'mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run from no man
And there ain't no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario when it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, since I was in a
A nigga been a star before I forfeited my
Shit didn't college, shit wasn't a problem
my homecoming is here I'm who they call up
So I be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly women to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manilli been
Though on me like the Milli V part
Now I'm the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
We talkin B blockers keep us deep pockets
See not no fad or no phenom
But he on that web like he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars...

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin other take a deep breath
And don't after him or you might regret
I they 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 trynna eat bread
Fuckin my people well that's called the Heath Ledge
to say I turn rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, you teethless
Then the blood on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Ryan
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 with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda talk?
not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside think rap soft
My pen sparks the benchmark I off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, hold up, up