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

Put the rap on a crutch
Blow the spot without
You get no chance to back
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 with a cool
red boots, cigarette lit and aggravated
How come it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash
a party happy belated
If you marijuana with your mama at 12
Then we either related or related in
Street thangs, stealin' for them Asian gangs
Yao Ming's little sister would give me brains
That's street cred for the nobodies
Am I Bon lookin' like bitches, "I so got it"
Loud it, Catfish Billy, get shawty
And I up the bowties 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, punks, fish hook on the hat
Dirty little then we float back, lips
I'm hard

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

Ain't nobody fresher than 'em and def with pressure than 'em
Never mess with niggas whose is skinny, stretchy denim
remember everyone who with me winners,
Everyone who with you
Bitches with you quick as Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip just to shine on
Black tires; the lip white, Biggums
Giving out turkeys on like Nino with us
We even out TVs like Wendy Williams
All I is that I'm the wild child
don't want no smoke with these bars
All y'all niggas is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would definitely AR
I would definitely spray y'all
If y'all expectin' me to to shoot this bitch
y'all 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 whole family in like y'all the Brady Bunch

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

I go bananas, too miraculous to react to mortal
crack in my new velour pajamas
Gettin' back to my roots, rap where I 'em hammers
of Grammar, my IQ's my actual portal 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 the driven snow and it's headed north
like it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors
Buried skulls all over the like a Stegosaurus
My rifle kick 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 back like Sage Gemini
Why these niggas gettin' their hair and they nails polished
I'm like Biggie and Pac trapped inside of Big L's

Rhymes I a knock 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'