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

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

Hop off my Harley Davidson like I just got hit with a cool stick
Cherry red boots, cigarette lit and
How come it's to dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a happy belated
If you smokin' marijuana with mama at 12
Then we either related or related in
Street thangs, stealin' for them Asian gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would give me
That's street cred for the uncredible
Am I Bon Jovi lookin' bitches, "I so got it"
Loud it, Billy, get stoked shawty
And I shined up the up that box body
And Alabama it, travel the world with my slangs
Some of them get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, humility punks, hook on the hat
Dirty little we float back, lips chapped
I'm hard

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

Ain't fresher than 'em and def with more pressure than 'em
Never mess with whose image is skinny, stretchy denim
Just everyone who with me winners,
who with you dinner
Bitches you quick as Brucie Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a just to shine on niggas
Black tires; the lip white, Biggums
Giving out turkeys on Thanksgiving Nino with us
We even passin' out TVs Wendy Williams
All I know is I'm the wild child
Y'all don't no smoke with these bars
All y'all know is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I definitely AR grip
I would definitely spray y'all
If expectin' me to hesitate to shoot this bitch
Then y'all are definitely in the playoffs with J.R.
I would definitely put my hand in pocket
But not the way you
I put your family 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 on a crutch
the spot without warning
You get no chance to back

I go bananas, too miraculous to to mortal mammals
Cookin' in my new velour pajamas
back to my roots, rap where I stored 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my IQ's my actual portal
My IP address is my drawer,
I ain't stressed it's war
I ain't said shit unless 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, are metaphors
Buried all over 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 beggin' for your bitch back like Gemini
Why these niggas gettin' their hair and they nails polished
I'm Biggie and Pac trapped inside of Big L's body

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