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 Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the up and listen whenever your Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Young Sinatra
Hey Bobby how can you She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young Sinatra
RattPack be the squad, that's that Young 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
Magnify the shit bifocal
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,
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 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
They turn out to it, rewind it and rip it
I can your whole album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm a train with Peter Parker
Until I have more sex in the than Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go it get
They say the the old me, the want the Young Sinatra 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 these rappers so hard that they won't again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to
This apparent, I'm barring like a parent
When the is at steak, I'm Astros
My god lyricism surpass flows
I'm much than 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 and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I really 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 get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't know where I come from
Talking that shit, I'm a for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
I want I get it somehow

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

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