Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up
it up, warm it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up

This Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra
God damn, this the Young clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah this is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
Killers be to be me
Magnify the like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the but in person they never vocal
to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's like I'm Frodo, you ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, flyer a runway
Little Bobby never second that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother to your mother
They should me a badge cuz I'm always under-covers

God damn I'm a man
You I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
turn out to spit it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole album with a 30 second
Pass the Mary like I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Jessica
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra
The one murder it, rip it up
Never give it up around an almanac
I'm all of that, fall back, like September again
Basking these so hard that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring down like a
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm much more fast flows,
Money cash flows,
Great as the numbers at past

Fuck that rap this that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't really why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I some (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
Y'all don't really where I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me what you know about me right now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that trap this that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in they
They can't see me get past
I'm a bastard that the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck what had absent though
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap was never a race
This a marathon
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really 'bout ya
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I crucify ya
one 'til I die
Will never
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this shit

that rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I really know why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really know about me now
Everything I I get it somehow