Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it Olindo
I wear my Nike in Gucci
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 gone bet all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar watch
slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these
Fuck yappin lucky we don't clap em
And have them leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these is has-beens
We ain't makin while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin radios

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no problem go in
And shy away from drama, I run away from no man
And there ain't been no buster prepared for you
Then they'll play Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a before I forfeited my scholar
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 women willing to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manilli been
Though everybody's on me like the 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 goddamn
Fat rhymes everytime bitch bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been other rappers 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 then be led
And if you had more street then 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, you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor poison
I on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
cross me cause my friend I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me in heaters
Get your ass privileges parking meters
Do I condone it or is this kinda small talk?
not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat my pores shut
I'm from the ten where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside think rap soft
My pen the benchmark 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