Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen your Sinatra spit
Yeah your as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra 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, this the Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my life and
Stuck to me yeah this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd be at academy
be glad to be me
Magnify the shit like
Motherfuckers talk on the internet but in person they never
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, flyer a runway
Little Bobby never second guess that he goin' it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to mother
should give me a badge cuz I'm always under-covers

God I'm a miraculous 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 murder your album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm a train with Peter Parker
I have more sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go it get
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, back, like September again
Basking these rappers so hard that they won't again
When it to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring down a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much more fast flows,
Money cash flows,
as the numbers at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this that shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
Talk shit get son (Bobby)
I don't know why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
Couple sports yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't 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

that trap shit this that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
to whip it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in they
can't see me get past this
I'm a that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck Logic had absent though
Matter of fact not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
Like the police!
Blue lives a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
This a marathon
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
one 'til I die
Will retire
I am the
I am the God of shit
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this like

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