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 gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these is actin?
They phony, should get for the thing that they be yappin
It's bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers
yappin they lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't
CD is in plasic, niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while these is Anistons
Dig, these is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to up, we the fuckin clock radios

(HOOK)
We officially the most original
If we so original 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 problem go in
And shy away from drama, I run away from no man
And there ain't no buster prepared for you suckas
they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star I forfeited my scholar
Shit didn't finish college, shit wasn't a
Shit my 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 willing to menage
I put em on pause since Manilli been involved
Though on me like the Milli V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no
We talkin B blockers keep us with pockets
See not no fad or no internet
But he be's on web like he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
K'naan and my buzz is too big Comala
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat rhymes everytime bitch bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna me a secret
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep
And don't after him or you might regret
I guess didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder me then you'd be led
And if you had more street cred then you'd be
And I'm so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my people well that's called the Heath
Needless to say I turn rap to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you
Then the blood drip on the poison pieces
I been on red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me my friend I'm no Jesus
I turn cheecks or draw blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me in heaters
Get ass privileges with parking meters
Do I it or is this some kinda small talk?
not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big
And they think rap soft
My pen sparks the I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so my ten bars cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up