Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

You, you
Warm it up, it up
it up, warm it up, warm it up
Warm it up, it up
it up, warm it up, warm it up

This that Young Sinatra shit, 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 how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young sick
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 and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah 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 fuck you up if you to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a
Little Bobby never second guess that he goin' it one day
One wake, or another my word to your mother
They should give me a badge cuz I'm always

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 album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the city than 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
Never give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, September again
these 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
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm much more than flows,
talk cash flows,
Great as the numbers at past

Fuck rap shit this that trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't really why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, yeah I got (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (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 know about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap shit that rap shit
Give me the hand like John the
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
Greatest like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
can't see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had absent
Matter of it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the isn't robbable
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in blue
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was a race
This shit a
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really 'bout ya
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 started this shit

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 really why I rap son (ayy)
Money in the bank, I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
don't really know where I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really know about me now
Everything I want I get it