Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I my Nike boots in Gucci
I wear no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm lifted off the
I'm poppin champagne, 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 watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that they be
It's utterly bologna so I'm to these rappers
yappin they lucky we don't clap em
And have them people leakin like they're CD mastered
CD is in plasic, these niggas is
We ain't makin friends these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these is fake joe
need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no I'mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run from no man
And ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers when it was duck
words 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 they up
So I still be on that yard a feely of that Marley
From the the Philly women willing to menage
I put em on pause since Manilli been involved
Though everybody's on me like the V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no
We talkin B blockers keep us with deep
See not no fad or no phenom
But he be's on that web like he with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been other rappers take a deep breath
And don't perform him or you might regret
I guess they 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 Somali so I guess I'm just eat bread
Fuckin with my people well that's called the Heath
Needless to say I rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, you teethless
the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me cause my I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or draw blood like
And my friend's a nut me in heaters
Get your ass privileges parking meters
Do I it or is this some kinda small talk?
Course not, I'm big like nut
Under I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where 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 my ten bars cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, up, hold up