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, it up, warm it up

This Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the up and listen whenever your Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra
All these rappers 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
Stuck to me yeah this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
Killers be to be me
Magnify the shit like
talk on the internet but in person 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 I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, than a runway
Little never second guess 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 always

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 with Peter Parker
Until I more 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 that it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like September again
Basking these rappers so hard that won't remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm to this
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism flows
I'm more than fast flows,
Money cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap shit 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 know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I some (ayy)
Thought you never flex get it done (ayy)
Y'all really know where I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really know me right now
Everything I want I get it

that trap shit this that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in they
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and of y'all ready for this massacre though
what Logic had absent though
Matter of fact it's not but highly improbable like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to up into a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck said this rap shit was never a race
This shit a
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
Number one I die
never retire
I am the
I am the God of shit
is how we do it
Yeah I this shit, yes I started this shit like

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 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 really know where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
Everything I I get it somehow