Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it like
I wear my Nike in Gucci
I don't wear no
I it any tempo
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 do it bigger than an Audemar wrist watch
slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that be yappin
utterly 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, niggas is has-beens
We ain't friends while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, niggas is fake joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the clock radios

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no problem 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
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga a star before I forfeited my scholar
didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is I'm who they call up
So I still be on that with a feely of that Marley
From the the Philly women willing to menage
Though I put em on pause since Manilli involved
everybody's on me like the Milli V part
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 internet
But he be's on web like he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
K'naan and my is too big like Comala
Ballin, Folarin so goddamn
Fat rhymes everytime Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a breath
And perform after him or you might regret
I guess they didn't get the 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 Somali so I I'm just trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my people 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 on the floor poison pieces
I on more 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 friend's a nut me spark in
Get your ass privileges with meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda talk?
not, I'm big like horse nut
Under pressure I don't like my pores shut
I'm the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And inside think rap soft
My pen sparks the I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, up, hold up