Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm lifted off the
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm out the windooow, haha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar wrist
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin when these niggas is actin?
They phony, get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to rappers
yappin they lucky we don't clap em
And them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while niggas is Anistons
Dig, these is fake joe
need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios

(HOOK)
We officially the most original
If we wasn't so original then be criminal
Wale and K'naan they know is they're radio
How the hell did 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 from no man
And ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, since I was in a
A nigga been a star before I forfeited my
Shit didn't finish college, wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who call up
So I be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly willing to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manilli involved
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V
Now I'm from the D Dot we not no beatboxers
We B blockers keep us with deep pockets
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 partner's
and my buzz is too big like Comala
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 tellin other rappers take a breath
And don't after him or you might regret
I guess they didn't get the memo or the
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 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, you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor pieces
I been on red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me cause my friend I'm no
I don't cheecks or draw blood like leeches
And my a nut me spark in heaters
Get your ass privileges with parking
Do I condone it or is this kinda small talk?
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside they rap soft
My pen the benchmark 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