Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

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

(HOOK)
We officially the most original
If we so original then we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan they know is they're 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 away no man
And ain't been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then play with Mario Brothers when it was duck hunt
That's to my mama, since I was in a starter
A nigga been a star before I forfeited my
Shit didn't finish college, wasn't a problem
my homecoming is here I'm who they call up
So I still be on that yard with a feely of that
From the city the Philly women to menage
Though I put em on since Manilli been involved
everybody's on me like the Milli V part
Now I'm from the D Dot where we not no
We talkin B blockers keep us with pockets
See not no fad or no phenom
But he be's on that web he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my Somalian
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 don't perform after him or you regret
I guess they didn't get the memo or the
You know if you was than me then you'd be led
And if you had more cred then you'd be dead
And I'm so I guess I'm just trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my people well called the Heath Ledge
to say I turn rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, you bloody, make you teethless
the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I been on more red carpets than Ryan
Don't cross me cause my friend I'm no
I don't turn or draw blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me spark in
Get your ass with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some small talk?
not, I'm big like horse nut
Under I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm from the ten where mishaps 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