Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I wear my boots in Gucci
I don't no Timbo
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 an Audemar wrist watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin when these niggas 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 they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these niggas is
We ain't makin friends while these is Anistons
Dig, niggas is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to up, we the fuckin clock radios

(HOOK)
We original the most original
If we wasn't so then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan they know is they're radio
How the did they 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 away no man
And ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario when it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, I was in a starter
A nigga been a star 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 city the Philly women 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 B blockers 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, Folarin so goddamn
Fat rhymes bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep
And don't perform after him or you might
I guess they 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 that's called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you
Then the drip on the floor 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 draw like leeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in
Get ass privileges with 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 mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big
And inside they rap soft
My pen sparks the I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, up, hold up