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

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

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

nobody fresher than 'em and def with more pressure than 'em
Never mess with niggas whose image is skinny, stretchy
remember everyone who with me winners,
Everyone who you dinner
Bitches with you quick as Brucie Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip 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 is that I'm the wild child
Y'all don't want no smoke with bars
All y'all know is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I definitely AR grip
I would definitely y'all quick
If y'all expectin' me to hesitate to shoot this
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 whole family in boxes like y'all the Brady Bunch

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

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

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