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

Put the rap game on a
the spot without warning
You get no to back down
Put the rap game on a
the spot without 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 it's to this road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
a party happy belated
If you smokin' marijuana with your at 12
Then we related or related in jail
Street thangs, stealin' Honda's for them Asian
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would me brains
That's street for the uncredible nobodies
Am I Bon lookin' like bitches, "I so got it"
it, Catfish Billy, get stoked shawty
And I shined up the up that box body
And Alabama knows it, travel the with my slangs
Some of them don't get the slang but Alabama it
I'm sweaty funk, humility punks, fish on the hat
Dirty little then we back, lips chapped
I'm country

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

Ain't nobody fresher than 'em and def more pressure than 'em
Never mess with niggas whose image is skinny, denim
remember everyone who with me winners,
Everyone who with you
Bitches with you quick as Brucie Chrissy
Chrome rims on a whip just to on niggas
Black the lip white, Tyrone Biggums
Giving out on Thanksgiving like Nino with us
We even passin' out TVs like Williams
All I know is that I'm the wild
Y'all don't want no with these bars
All y'all niggas know is y'all
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would 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 in your pocket
But not the way you
I put your whole family in boxes like 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 without
You get no to back down

I go bananas, too to react to mortal mammals
Cookin' crack in my new pajamas
Gettin' to my roots, rap where I stored 'em hammers
of Grammar, my IQ's 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 for regrettin' gore
Ghost whiter than the driven snow and it's north
Lookin' like it's for the seven floors, are metaphors
Buried skulls all over the globe a Stegosaurus
My rifle kick back when it get in the sky
I'm a classic, I get dressed playin'
Don't do some shit to get wifey kidnapped
Have you on Twitter beggin' for your bitch back Sage Gemini
Why these niggas gettin' hair dyed and they nails polished
I'm like Biggie and Pac trapped of Big L's body

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