Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I it like Olindo
I my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't wear no
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin I'm jumpin out the windooow, haha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger an Audemar wrist 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 utterly so I'm Muslim to these rappers
yappin they lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin like CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to up, we the fuckin clock radios

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

(Wale)
They 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
Then they'll play with Brothers when it was duck hunt
words to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga a star before I forfeited my scholar
Shit finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who they up
So I still be on yard with a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly willing to menage
Though I put em on pause Manilli been involved
everybody's on me like the Milli V part
Now I'm the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
We talkin B blockers us with deep pockets
See not no fad or no internet
But he be's on that web like he with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat rhymes bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin rappers take a deep breath
And perform after him or you might regret
I guess they get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder than me you'd be led
And if you had street cred then you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just trynna eat
Fuckin my people well that's called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I rap beef to piglets
you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless
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 don't turn cheecks or draw blood like
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 like nut
Under pressure I don't sweat like my shut
I'm the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside they think rap
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