Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I 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 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 wrist
Hip-Hop slackin, why they Grammies when these niggas is actin?
They phony, should get Tonies for the thing they be yappin
utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers
Fuck yappin they lucky we clap em
And have people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, these is has-beens
We ain't makin while these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is joe
Hip-Hop need to up, we the fuckin clock radios

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

(Wale)
They told me go in, no I'mma go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run 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 before I my scholar
didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem
Shit my is here I'm who they call up
So I still be on that with a feely of that Marley
the city the Philly women willing to menage
Though I put em on since Manilli been involved
Though everybody's on me the Milli V part
Now I'm from the D Dot we not no beatboxers
We talkin B blockers keep us with pockets
See not no fad or no internet
But he be's on that web 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 hard
Fat everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And been tellin other rappers take a deep breath
And don't after him or you might regret
I guess didn't get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was than me then you'd be led
And if you had more street cred you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm just trynna eat
Fuckin with my people well that's called the Heath
Needless to say I rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, you bloody, make you teethless
Then the blood drip on the floor poison
I been on red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me cause my I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or draw blood like
And my friend's a nut me spark in
Get ass privileges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is some kinda small talk?
not, I'm big like 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 think rap
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, hold up, up