Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen your Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as as hell but she a Young 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 that Young Sinatra
God damn, this the Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
Killers be to be me
Magnify the shit like
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 like Sunday, flyer than a
Little Bobby never second that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my word to your mother
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
They turn out to spit it, it and rip it
I can your whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Jessica
The deeper and deeper I go it get
They say the the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one murder 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 that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm more than fast flows,
Money cash flows,
Great as the numbers at shows

Fuck that rap shit this that trap (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk 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 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 what you really know about me now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap shit this rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
Greatest alive I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in they
can't see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all for this massacre though
Fuck what had absent though
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said rap shit was never a race
This shit a
Murder you and carry on
Claiming that you '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 this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this like

Fuck that rap this that trap shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk shit get son (Bobby)
I don't know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports cars I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never Bobby get it done (ayy)
don't really know where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
me what you really know about me right now
Everything I I get it somehow