Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I it, I kick it like Olindo
I my Nike boots in Gucci
I don't no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
I'm champagne, drinkin 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 than an Audemar wrist
Hip-Hop slackin, why they Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing that be yappin
It's bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin they we don't clap em
And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't
CD is in plasic, these is has-beens
We ain't makin friends while these niggas is
Dig, these niggas is joe
Hip-Hop to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios

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

(Wale)
told me go in, no problem I'mma go in
And shy away drama, I ain't run away from no man
And there ain't been no prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario Brothers it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, since I was in a
A nigga a star before I forfeited my scholar
Shit finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who call up
So I still be on that yard with a feely of Marley
From the city the Philly women willing to
Though I put em on pause since been involved
Though everybody's on me the Milli V part
Now I'm the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
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 buzz is too big Comala
Ballin, so goddamn hard
Fat rhymes everytime bitch bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry keep me a secret
And Wale tellin other rappers take a deep breath
And perform after him or you might regret
I they 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 Somali so I guess I'm trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my people well that's the Heath Ledge
Needless to say I turn rap to piglets
Make you speechless, you bloody, make you teethless
Then the drip 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 turn or draw blood like leeches
And my friend's a nut me in heaters
Get your ass privileges with meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda talk?
Course not, I'm big horse nut
pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
I'm the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big bwaps
And they think rap soft
My pen sparks the benchmark I off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten cough
Now I'm off

(Wale)
up, hold up, hold up