Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

This Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Young chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra
be the squad, that's that Young Sinatra clique
God damn, the Young Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
Killers be to be me
Magnify the like bifocal
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in they never vocal
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 a runway
Little Bobby second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or my brother word to your mother
should give me a badge 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 it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole album a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Parker
I have more sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The and deeper I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Young Sinatra
The one murder it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, September again
Basking these rappers so that they won't remember again
it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm more than fast flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap shit that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and 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 cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
Y'all really know where I come from
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that trap shit this that rap
Give me the like John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get past
I'm a bastard that mastered the and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck Logic had absent though
Matter of fact not impossible but highly improbable like
the police isn't robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a in blue face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was a race
This shit a
Murder you and carry on
Claiming that you 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I crucify 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 this shit like

Fuck that rap this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
Talk get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I really know why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby 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 really about me right now
I want I get it somehow