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 on a crutch
the spot without warning
You get no to back down

Hop off my Harley Davidson lookin' I just got hit with a cool stick
Cherry red boots, cigarette lit and
How come it's to this road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a party belated
If you smokin' marijuana with your at 12
Then we related or related in jail
thangs, stealin' Honda's for them Asian gangs
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, Billy, get stoked shawty
And I shined up the bowties up box body
And Alabama it, travel the world with my slangs
of them don't get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, humility punks, fish on the hat
Dirty then we float back, lips chapped
I'm hard

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 without
You get no chance to back

Ain't fresher than 'em and def with more pressure than 'em
Never mess with niggas whose is skinny, stretchy denim
Just remember who with me winners,
Everyone who with you
Bitches you quick as Brucie Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a just to shine on niggas
tires; the lip white, Tyrone Biggums
Giving out turkeys on Thanksgiving like with us
We even out TVs like Wendy Williams
All I know is I'm the wild child
Y'all don't want no with these bars
All niggas know is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I would AR grip
I would definitely spray y'all
If y'all expectin' me to to shoot this 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 in boxes like y'all the Brady Bunch

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

I go bananas, too to react to mortal mammals
crack in my new velour pajamas
Gettin' to my roots, rap where I stored 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my IQ's my actual portal
My IP is my dressers drawer,
I stressed unless it's war
I ain't said unless it's more,
I bet you die less than my irons legend for regrettin' gore
whiter than the driven snow and it's headed north
Lookin' like it's for the seven floors, are metaphors
Buried skulls all over the like a Stegosaurus
My rifle kick back it get blazed in the sky
I'm a classic, I get playin' Aquemini
Don't do some to get your wifey kidnapped
Have you on Twitter beggin' for your 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 a knock out ya gold tooth
Battlin' me is like fightin' a gorilla in a booth
I wreck mics and drop the speeches
Nowadays rappers think they schoolteachers