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

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

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

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

Ain't nobody fresher than 'em and def with more pressure 'em
Never with niggas whose image is skinny, stretchy denim
Just everyone who with me winners,
who with you dinner
Bitches with you as Brucie Chrissy Jenner
Chrome on a whip just to shine on niggas
Black tires; the lip white, Tyrone
Giving out turkeys on like Nino with us
We even passin' out TVs like Williams
All I know is I'm the wild child
Y'all don't want no smoke with these
All y'all niggas know is y'all
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would definitely AR
I definitely spray y'all quick
If y'all me to hesitate to shoot this bitch
Then y'all are in the playoffs with J.R. Smith
I would definitely put my hand in your
But not the way you
I put your whole in boxes like y'all the Brady Bunch

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

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

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