Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

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

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no problem go in
And shy away drama, I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't been no buster prepared for you
Then they'll play with Mario when it was duck hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star I forfeited my scholar
didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my is here I'm who they call up
So I be on that yard with a feely of that Marley
From the city the Philly women willing to
Though I put em on since Manilli been involved
Though everybody's on me like the Milli V
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 phenom
But he be's on web like he be's 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 rhymes everytime Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep
And don't perform after him or you regret
I guess didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You if you was harder than me then you'd 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 with my people that's called the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap beef to
Make you speechless, make you bloody, you teethless
the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Seacrest
Don't cross me my friend I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or blood like leeches
And my a nut me spark in heaters
Get your ass privileges parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat 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 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