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
it up, warm it up, warm it up

This that Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen your Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young sick
RattPack be the squad, that's 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 this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
Killers be to be me
Magnify the shit like
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in they never vocal
Come to the hood and 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, flyer a runway
Bobby never second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my word to your 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 murder your whole album with a 30 snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm 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 want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra
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 won't again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm 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,
talk cash flows,
Great as the numbers at past

Fuck that rap shit this that shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't really why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (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 about me now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that trap shit 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 caskets
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of fact it's not impossible but improbable like
Saying the police robbable
But I'm to walk up into a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue lives a race
whoever said this rap shit was never a race
This a marathon
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming you really 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
Number one I die
Will never
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this like

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