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, warm it up, it up

This that Young Sinatra shit, this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra
Yeah your as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Sinatra dick
All rappers wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick
be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra clique
God damn, the Young Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
Stuck to me yeah this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
be glad to be me
Magnify the shit like
talk on the internet but in person they 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 brother word to your
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 whole album 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 the Young 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
it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much than fast flows,
Money cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this that 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)
sports cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never 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 know about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap shit this that rap
Give me the like John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
Greatest alive I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
can't see me get past this
I'm a bastard that the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
what Logic had absent though
Matter of it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up into a in blue face
fuck the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
shit a marathon
Murder you and carry on
Claiming 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 shit
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this shit

Fuck rap shit 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, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I some (ayy)
Thought you never flex get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
Everything I want I get it