Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

You, you
Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, warm it up, it up
Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up

that 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 Bobby how can you She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that's that Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young 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
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,
G's like I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed Sunday, flyer than a runway
Little Bobby never second that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother to your mother
They give 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 turn out to 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 and deeper I go it get darker
They say the the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
Never gonna it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like September again
Basking these rappers so hard that won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level surpass flows
I'm much more fast flows,
Money cash flows,
as the numbers at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this trap shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't really 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 shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
me what you really know about me right now
Everything I want I get it

that trap shit this that rap shit
Give me the like John the Baptist
to whip it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in they
They can't see me get this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for massacre though
Fuck Logic had absent though
Matter of fact it's not impossible but improbable like
the police isn't robbable
But I'm liable to up into a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was a race
This shit a
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I crucify ya
one 'til I die
Will retire
I am the
I am the God of shit
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this 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 don't 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)
don't really know where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
Everything I want I get it