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

Put the rap game on a
Blow the spot without
You get no chance to back
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, lit and aggravated
How it's to this dirt road, moonshine trailer trash trooper
Everyday's a happy belated
If you smokin' marijuana your mama at 12
Then we either related or related in
Street thangs, Honda's 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 bowties up that box
And knows it, travel the world with my slangs
Some of don't get the slang but Alabama knows it
I'm sweaty funk, punks, fish hook on the hat
Dirty little we float back, lips chapped
I'm hard

Put the rap on a crutch
Blow the without warning
You get no chance to down
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 niggas whose image is skinny, stretchy denim
Just everyone who with me winners,
Everyone who with you
Bitches with you as Brucie Chrissy Jenner
Chrome rims on a whip just to shine on
Black tires; the lip white, 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 with these bars
All niggas know is y'all SoundCloud
Hypothetically say I'm pissed, I definitely AR grip
I would definitely spray y'all
If expectin' me to hesitate to shoot this bitch
y'all 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 whole family in like y'all the Brady Bunch

Put the rap game on a
the spot without warning
You get no to back down
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
crack in my new velour pajamas
Gettin' 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 it's war
I ain't said unless it's more,
I bet you you'll die less than my irons legend for gore
whiter than the driven snow and it's headed north
Lookin' it's for the seven floors, flows are metaphors
skulls all over the globe like a Stegosaurus
My kick back when it get blazed in the sky
I'm a classic, I get playin' Aquemini
Don't do some shit to get your wifey
Have you on Twitter for your bitch back like Sage Gemini
Why these niggas gettin' their hair dyed and they nails
I'm like and Pac trapped inside of Big L's body

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