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
it up, warm it up, warm it up

This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra
Yeah your as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Sinatra dick
All these wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra
God damn, this the Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
to me fatality yeah this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
be glad to be me
Magnify the like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the but in person they never vocal
to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's like I'm Frodo, you ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, than a runway
Little Bobby second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother to your mother
should give 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
They turn out to spit it, it and rip it
I can murder your album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train Peter Parker
Until I have sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the the Young Sinatra back
The one murder it, rip it up
Never gonna give it up around an
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like September
Basking these rappers so hard that won't remember again
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level surpass flows
I'm more than fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap this that 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)
Couple sports yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really where I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me what you know about me right now
Everything I I get it somehow

Fuck that trap shit this rap shit
Give me the hand like John the
to whip it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable
Saying the police robbable
But I'm to walk up into a station in blue face
Like the police!
lives ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
This a marathon
Murder you and carry on
that you really 'bout ya shit
You got your Jim 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 this shit

Fuck rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap 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 cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really where I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
I want I get it somehow