Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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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

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

God damn I'm a man
You I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
They 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 train Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city Jessica Parker
The and deeper I go it get darker
say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like September again
these rappers so hard that they won't remember again
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much than fast flows,
Money talk flows,
Great as the numbers at past

Fuck that rap shit this that trap (Bobby)
world 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)
sports cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that shit this that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in they
They can't see me get past
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this though
Fuck what had absent though
Matter of fact not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
fuck the police!
Blue lives a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
This shit a
Murder you motherfuckers and on
that you really 'bout ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I might 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 this shit like

Fuck that rap this that trap shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (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, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
Everything I I get it somehow