Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I wear my Nike in Gucci
I don't wear no
I it any tempo
I'm lifted off the
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 when niggas is actin?
phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these
Fuck yappin they we don't clap em
And have them leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends these niggas is Anistons
Dig, niggas is fake joe
need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios

(HOOK)
We original officially the original
If we so original then we'd 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 me go in, no problem I'mma go in
And shy away drama, I ain't run away from no man
And ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star I forfeited my scholar
Shit finish college, shit wasn't a problem
my homecoming is here I'm who they call up
So I still be on that yard with a feely of that
From the the Philly women willing to menage
I put em on pause since Manilli 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 internet
But he be's on that web he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
and my buzz is too big like Comala
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep
And don't after him or you might regret
I guess they didn't get the memo or the
You know if you was harder me then you'd be led
And if you had more street cred then 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 to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you
Then the blood drip on the floor pieces
I been on more red carpets Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me cause my I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or 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 small talk?
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick and big bwaps
And inside they think rap
My pen sparks the I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars
Now I'm off

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up