Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

You, you
Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, warm it up, it up
it up, warm it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up

that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra
your girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young dick
All these wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that's Young Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young Sinatra clique, God
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my and actuality
Stuck to me fatality this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
Killers be to be me
the shit like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed Sunday, flyer than a runway
Little Bobby never second guess 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 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 with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a with Peter Parker
I have more sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go it get
They say the want the old me, the want the Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
Never give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like September
Basking these rappers so hard that won't remember again
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm down like a parent
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm much more than flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the numbers at past

Fuck rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I really know why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (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 really know me right now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that trap shit that rap shit
me the hand like John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
Greatest alive I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of ready for this massacre though
Fuck what had absent though
Matter of fact it's not but highly improbable like
the police isn't robbable
But I'm liable to up into a station in blue face
fuck the police!
Blue lives a race
Fuck whoever said rap shit was never a race
This a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and 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 started this shit, yes I started this shit

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