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

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

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

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

Ain't nobody fresher 'em and def with more pressure than 'em
Never mess with niggas whose image is skinny, stretchy
Just remember everyone who me winners,
who with you dinner
Bitches with you quick as Brucie Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip to shine on niggas
tires; the lip white, Tyrone Biggums
Giving out turkeys on like Nino with us
We passin' out TVs like Wendy Williams
All I know is I'm the wild 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 spray y'all quick
If y'all expectin' me to hesitate to shoot this
Then y'all are definitely in the 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 the Brady Bunch

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

I go bananas, too miraculous to react to mammals
Cookin' in my new velour pajamas
Gettin' to my roots, rap where I stored 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my IQ's my portal panel
My IP address is my drawer,
I ain't stressed it's war
I ain't said unless it's more,
I bet you you'll die less than my irons for regrettin' gore
whiter than the driven snow and it's headed north
Lookin' it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors
Buried skulls all over the globe a Stegosaurus
My rifle back when it get blazed in the sky
I'm a classic, I get playin' Aquemini
do some shit to get your wifey kidnapped
Have you on Twitter beggin' for your bitch back like Gemini
Why these niggas gettin' hair dyed and they nails polished
I'm like Biggie and Pac trapped of Big L's body

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
Nowadays rappers think they schoolteachers