Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

You, you
Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, it up, warm it up
Warm it up, it up
Warm it up, 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 but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey how can you tell? 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, this the Young clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
Killers be to be me
the shit like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person never vocal
Come to the and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, than a runway
Little Bobby never second that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or my brother 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
turn out to spit it, rewind it and rip it
I can your whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than Parker
The and deeper I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Young back
The one murder it, rip it up
Never give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like September again
Basking rappers so hard that they won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm to this
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much more fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (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)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I come
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap shit that 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 they
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck what had absent though
Matter of it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to up into a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue lives a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was a race
This shit a
Murder you and carry on
Claiming you really '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 born and raised in the son (Bobby)
Talk shit get son (Bobby)
I really know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
sports cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know where I 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