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

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

Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' like I just got hit with a cool
Cherry red boots, lit and aggravated
How it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
a party happy belated
If you marijuana with your mama at 12
Then we either related or related in
thangs, stealin' Honda's for them Asian gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would give me
That's street cred for the uncredible
Am I Bon Jovi like bitches, "I so got it"
Loud it, Catfish Billy, get shawty
And I shined up the bowties up that box
And Alabama knows it, travel the world my slangs
Some of them get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, humility punks, 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 back
Put the rap game on a
Blow the without warning
You get no chance to down

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

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

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

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