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 game on a
Blow the spot warning
You get no to back down

Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' like I got hit with a cool stick
red boots, cigarette lit and aggravated
How it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party happy
If you smokin' marijuana with mama at 12
Then we related or related in jail
Street thangs, Honda's for them Asian gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's sister would give me brains
That's street cred for the nobodies
Am I Bon Jovi lookin' bitches, "I so got it"
Loud it, Catfish Billy, get shawty
And I shined up the up that box body
And Alabama it, travel the world with my slangs
Some of them don't get the but Alabama knows 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 without warning
You get no chance to down
Put the rap game on a
Blow the without warning
You get no chance to down

Ain't fresher than 'em and def with more pressure than 'em
Never mess with niggas whose image is skinny, denim
remember everyone who with me winners,
Everyone who you dinner
Bitches with you as Brucie Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip just to on niggas
Black tires; the lip white, Tyrone
Giving out turkeys on Thanksgiving like with us
We even out TVs like Wendy Williams
All I know is I'm the wild child
Y'all don't want no smoke with these
All niggas know is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would AR grip
I would definitely spray quick
If y'all me to hesitate to shoot this bitch
Then y'all are definitely in the playoffs with J.R.
I would definitely put my in your pocket
But not the way you
I put your whole family in like y'all the Brady Bunch

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

I go bananas, too miraculous to react to mortal
Cookin' crack in my new pajamas
Gettin' back to my roots, rap where I 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my IQ's my actual portal
My IP is my dressers drawer,
I ain't stressed it's war
I said shit unless it's more,
I bet you you'll die less than my irons legend for gore
Ghost whiter the driven snow and it's headed north
like it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors
Buried skulls all the globe like a Stegosaurus
My kick back when it get blazed in the sky
I'm a classic, I get dressed Aquemini
Don't do some shit to get your kidnapped
Have you on Twitter beggin' for your bitch back like Sage
Why these niggas gettin' their 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
Battlin' me is like a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck mics and the cool speeches
Nowadays rappers think they motherfuckin'