Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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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 this that Sinatra shit
Shut the up and listen whenever 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 Sinatra
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young sick
RattPack be the squad, that's that Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the in my life and actuality
to me fatality yeah this 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 vocal
Come to the 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 like Sunday, flyer than a
Bobby never second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to mother
They should give me a 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 turn out to spit it, it and rip it
I can your whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city Jessica Parker
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one murder it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like September again
Basking these rappers so that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm to this
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god level surpass flows
I'm much than fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap this that trap shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk shit get son (Bobby)
I don't really why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
me what you really know about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap shit this rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
Greatest like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in they
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
fuck the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap was never a race
This shit a
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really 'bout ya
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
one 'til I die
Will retire
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this shit

Fuck that rap shit this 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)
Couple cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never flex get it done (ayy)
Y'all really know where I come from
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you know about me right now
I want I get it somehow