Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

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

God I'm a miraculous man
You I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
They turn out to it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Peter
Until I have sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The and deeper I go it get darker
They say the the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one murder it, rip it up
Never gonna give it up around an
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like again
Basking these rappers so that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much than fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the numbers at shows

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

that trap shit this that rap shit
Give me the hand like the Baptist
Ready to it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in they
can't see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre
Fuck Logic had absent though
Matter of fact not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
fuck the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever this rap shit 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 shit
is how we do it
Yeah I this shit, yes I started this shit like

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