Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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Warm it up, it up
it up, warm 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
Shut the fuck up and listen your 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 Sinatra
be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra clique
God damn, the Young Sinatra clique, God damn
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 be at academy
be glad to be me
Magnify the like bifocal
Motherfuckers on the internet 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,
G's like 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 brother word to mother
should give 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 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 with Parker
Until I have sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
Never gonna it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like again
Basking rappers so hard that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm much more than flows,
Money talk flows,
Great as the numbers at past

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

Fuck trap shit this that rap shit
me the hand like John the Baptist
Ready to it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in they
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had though
of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the isn't robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
Like the police!
lives ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap was never a race
This a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and on
Claiming that you 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey 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 shit like

Fuck that rap shit this that trap (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and 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 some (ayy)
you never flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all really know where I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
me what you really know about me right now
Everything I I get it somehow