Luyện nghe bài hát W.O.W. (Without Warning)

Put the rap on a crutch
Blow the spot without
You get no chance to back
Put the rap on a crutch
Blow the spot warning
You get no chance to back

Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' like I just got hit a cool stick
red boots, cigarette lit and aggravated
How come to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party happy
If you smokin' with your mama at 12
Then we related or related in jail
Street thangs, stealin' Honda's for them Asian
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister give me brains
street cred for the uncredible nobodies
Am I Bon Jovi lookin' bitches, "I so got it"
it, Catfish Billy, get stoked shawty
And I shined up the bowties up box body
And knows it, travel the world with my slangs
Some of them don't get the slang but Alabama it
I'm sweaty funk, humility punks, hook on the hat
Dirty little then we back, lips chapped
I'm hard

Put the rap on a crutch
Blow the spot warning
You get no chance to back
Put the rap game on a
Blow the spot warning
You get no to back down

Ain't nobody than 'em and def with more pressure than 'em
mess with niggas whose image is skinny, stretchy denim
Just everyone who with me winners,
Everyone who with you
Bitches with you quick as Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip just to shine on
Black tires; the lip white, Tyrone
out turkeys on Thanksgiving like Nino with us
We even passin' out TVs like Wendy
All I is that I'm the wild child
Y'all want no smoke with these bars
All y'all niggas know is SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would definitely AR
I definitely spray y'all quick
If y'all expectin' me to hesitate to shoot this
Then y'all are in the playoffs with J.R. Smith
I would definitely put my hand in pocket
But not the way you
I put your whole family in boxes like y'all the Brady

Put the rap game on a
Blow the spot warning
You get no to back down
Put the rap on a crutch
the spot without warning
You get no to back down

I go bananas, too miraculous to to mortal mammals
crack in my new velour pajamas
Gettin' back to my roots, rap where I 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my my actual portal panel
My IP address is my drawer,
I ain't stressed it's war
I ain't said unless it's more,
I bet you you'll die less than my irons legend for regrettin'
Ghost than the driven snow and it's headed north
like it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors
Buried all over the globe like a Stegosaurus
My rifle kick back it get blazed in the sky
I'm a classic, I get dressed playin'
Don't do some to get your wifey kidnapped
you on Twitter beggin' for your bitch back like Sage Gemini
Why niggas gettin' their hair dyed and they nails polished
I'm like Biggie and Pac trapped of Big L's body

Rhymes I create a knock out ya tooth
Battlin' me is fightin' a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and drop the speeches
Nowadays rappers they motherfuckin' schoolteachers