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

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

Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' like I just got hit with a stick
red boots, cigarette lit and aggravated
How come to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party belated
If you smokin' marijuana your mama at 12
we either related or related in jail
Street thangs, stealin' for them Asian gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would me brains
That's cred for the uncredible nobodies
Am I Bon Jovi lookin' 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 with my
Some of them don't get the slang but Alabama it
I'm funk, humility punks, fish hook on the hat
Dirty little then we float back, lips
I'm country

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

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

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

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

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