Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra
Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra
Hey Bobby how can you She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, 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 visualizing the realism in my and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my
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 never
to the hood 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 Sunday, flyer than a runway
Little Bobby never second that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my word to your mother
They should me a badge cuz I'm always under-covers

God I'm a miraculous 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 like I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Jessica
The deeper and I go it get darker
say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one murder it, rip it up
Never give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, September again
Basking these rappers so hard that won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm to this
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism flows
I'm much than fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the numbers at past

Fuck that rap this that 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 know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
Y'all don't know where I come from
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that trap shit that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to it I hoove in the catcher
alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get past
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck Logic had absent though
Matter of it's not impossible but highly improbable like
the police isn't robbable
But I'm to walk up into a station in blue face
fuck the police!
Blue lives ain't a
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
This shit a
Murder you and carry on
Claiming that you really ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I crucify ya
Number one I die
never retire
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this like

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 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 flex get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I from
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you know about me right now
Everything I want I get it