Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

This Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the up and listen whenever your Sinatra spit
Yeah girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young sick
be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young clique, God damn
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
Magnify the like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they vocal
Come to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's like I'm Frodo, you ho I'm
like 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
turn 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 with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the than Jessica Parker
The deeper and 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
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like again
Basking these rappers so hard that they remember again
it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level surpass flows
I'm much more fast flows,
Money talk flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was and raised 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 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 what you really know me right now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that shit this that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
Greatest like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in they
They can't see me get this
I'm a that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck Logic had absent though
of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in blue
Like the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck said this rap shit was never a race
shit a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and on
that you really 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
one 'til I die
Will retire
I am the
I am the God of shit
is how we do it
Yeah I this shit, yes I started this shit like

that rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk shit get son (Bobby)
I don't really why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
sports cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
Y'all really know where I come 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