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 on a crutch
Blow the without warning
You get no chance to back

Hop off my Davidson lookin' like I just got hit with a cool stick
Cherry red boots, cigarette lit and
How come it's to this dirt road, trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party belated
If you smokin' marijuana with your at 12
Then we either or related in jail
Street thangs, stealin' Honda's for them Asian
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would me brains
That's street cred for the uncredible
Am I Bon lookin' like bitches, "I so got it"
Loud it, Catfish Billy, get stoked
And I shined up the bowties up box body
And Alabama knows it, travel the world my slangs
Some of them don't get the but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, humility punks, hook on the hat
Dirty little then we back, lips chapped
I'm hard

Put the rap game on a
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 back

Ain't nobody fresher than 'em and def with more pressure '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 just to shine on niggas
Black the lip white, Tyrone Biggums
Giving out turkeys on Thanksgiving like Nino us
We even out TVs like Wendy Williams
All I know is that I'm the wild
Y'all don't want no with these bars
All y'all niggas is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I definitely AR grip
I definitely spray y'all quick
If y'all expectin' me to hesitate to 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 y'all the Brady Bunch

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

I go bananas, too miraculous to react to mammals
Cookin' crack in my new pajamas
Gettin' to my roots, rap where I stored 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my my actual portal panel
My IP address is my drawer,
I stressed unless it's war
I ain't said shit unless more,
I bet you you'll die less my irons legend for regrettin' gore
Ghost than the driven snow and it's headed north
Lookin' like it's for the seven floors, flows are
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 wifey
Have you on Twitter beggin' for your bitch back like Sage
Why these niggas gettin' their hair dyed and they polished
I'm like Biggie and Pac trapped inside of Big L's

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