Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I it, I kick it like Olindo
I wear my Nike in Gucci
I wear no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm jumpin out the windooow, If the autotune's 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 niggas is
They phony, get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm to these rappers
Fuck yappin they lucky we don't em
And have them people leakin 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 is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock

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

(Wale)
told me go in, no problem I'mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run away no man
And there been no buster prepared for you suckas
they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, since I was in a
A nigga been a before I forfeited my scholar
Shit finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is I'm who they call up
So I be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
From the the Philly women willing to menage
Though I put em on pause since been involved
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V
Now I'm from the D Dot we not no beatboxers
We talkin B keep us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet
But he on that 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, so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch Roseanne bars...

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a breath
And perform after him or you might regret
I guess they didn't get the memo or the
You if you was harder than 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 my people well that's called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap beef to
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you
Then the blood drip on the poison pieces
I been on more red than Ryan Seacrest
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 in heaters
Get your ass privileges with parking
Do I condone it or is this kinda small talk?
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 fast by klacks and big bwaps
And inside they 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, up, hold up