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

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

Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' like I got hit with a cool stick
Cherry red boots, cigarette lit and
How it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party happy
If you smokin' with your mama at 12
we either related or related in jail
Street thangs, Honda's for them Asian gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would give me
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, the world with my slangs
of them don't get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm funk, humility punks, fish hook on the hat
Dirty little then we back, lips chapped
I'm country

Put the rap game on a
Blow the spot warning
You get no chance to down
Put the rap on a crutch
Blow the spot warning
You get no chance to down

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

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

I go bananas, too miraculous to react to mammals
Cookin' crack in my new velour
Gettin' back to my roots, rap I stored 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my IQ's my actual panel
My IP is my dressers drawer,
I stressed unless it's war
I ain't said unless it's more,
I bet you you'll die less than my irons legend for regrettin'
Ghost whiter than the 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 Aquemini
Don't do some shit to get your kidnapped
Have you on beggin' for your bitch back like Sage Gemini
Why these niggas gettin' their hair dyed and they nails
I'm Biggie and Pac trapped inside of Big L's body

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