Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen your Sinatra spit
Yeah girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra
All these rappers wack as fuck, the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that 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 yeah shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
Killers be to be me
the shit like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they never
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be
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 goin' it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to 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 turn out to it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Jane like I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Jessica
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
Never gonna give it up an almanac
I'm all of that, fall back, like September again
Basking these rappers so hard that they won't remember
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
apparent, I'm barring down like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism flows
I'm much more than flows,
Money talk flows,
Great as the numbers at past

that rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I really know 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)
don't really know where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know 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 it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this though
what Logic had absent though
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
fuck the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck said this rap shit was never a race
This shit a
Murder you motherfuckers and on
that you really 'bout ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I crucify ya
Number one 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 that shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't know why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I come
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
I want I get it somehow