Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up
it up, warm it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up

This that Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and whenever your Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that's that Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my and actuality
to me fatality 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
Motherfuckers talk on the but in person they never vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, than a runway
Bobby never second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother 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
They out to spit it, rewind it and rip it
I can your whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary 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
They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra
The one murder it, rip it up
Never gonna give it up around an
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, September again
Basking these rappers so that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god level surpass flows
I'm much than fast flows,
Money talk flows,
as the numbers at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (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, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports yeah I bought some (ayy)
you never flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know I come from
that 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

Fuck that shit this that rap shit
Give me the like John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in they
can't see me get past 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 it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever this rap shit was never a race
This a marathon
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really ya shit
You got Jim Carrey 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 shit like

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