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

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

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 dirt road, moonshine trailer trash
Everyday's a party happy
If you smokin' marijuana with your at 12
Then we either related or in jail
Street thangs, stealin' Honda's for them gangs
Hopefully Yao Ming's little sister would give me
street cred for the uncredible nobodies
Am I Bon Jovi lookin' bitches, "I so got it"
it, Catfish Billy, get stoked shawty
And I shined up the bowties up box body
And Alabama knows it, travel the world with my
Some of don't get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, humility punks, fish on the hat
Dirty little then we float back, lips
I'm country

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

Ain't nobody fresher than 'em and def with more pressure 'em
mess with niggas whose image is skinny, stretchy denim
Just remember everyone who me winners,
Everyone who you dinner
with you quick as Brucie Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip just to on niggas
Black tires; the lip white, Biggums
Giving out turkeys on Thanksgiving Nino with us
We even passin' out TVs Wendy Williams
All I know is that I'm the wild
Y'all don't want no with these bars
All niggas know is y'all SoundCloud
say I'm pissed, I would definitely AR grip
I would spray y'all quick
If y'all expectin' me to to shoot this bitch
Then y'all are definitely in the with J.R. Smith
I would definitely put my hand in pocket
But not the way you
I put your whole family in boxes like y'all the Bunch

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

I go bananas, too to react to mortal mammals
Cookin' in my new velour pajamas
Gettin' back to my roots, rap I stored 'em hammers
Lord of Grammar, my my actual portal panel
My IP is my dressers drawer,
I ain't unless it's war
I said shit unless it's more,
I bet you you'll die than my irons legend for regrettin' gore
Ghost whiter than the driven snow and headed north
like it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors
Buried skulls all the globe like a Stegosaurus
My rifle kick back it get blazed 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 back like Sage Gemini
Why these niggas gettin' their hair dyed and they nails
I'm like Biggie and Pac trapped inside of Big L's

Rhymes I create a knock out ya tooth
Battlin' me is like a gorilla in a phone booth
I wreck and drop the cool speeches
Nowadays rappers think motherfuckin' schoolteachers