Luyện nghe bài hát TV in the Radio

(Wale)
Wale, I kick it, I kick it Olindo
I wear my Nike boots in
I don't no Timbo
I kick it any
I'm off the indo
I'm poppin champagne, drinkin till I'm jumpin out the windooow, haha If the gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar watch
Hip-Hop slackin, why they gettin Grammies when these is actin?
They phony, get Tonies for the thing that they be yappin
It's utterly bologna so I'm to these rappers
Fuck yappin they lucky we clap em
And them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
CD is in plasic, niggas is has-beens
We ain't makin friends these niggas is Anistons
Dig, these niggas is joe
Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock

(HOOK)
We original officially the most
If we wasn't so original we'd be criminal
Wale and K'naan don't know is they're radio
How the hell did fit the TV in the radiooo

(Wale)
They told me go in, no problem go in
And shy away from drama, I ain't run from no man
And there been no buster prepared for you suckas
Then they'll play with Mario when it was duck hunt
That's words to my mama, I was in a starter
A nigga a star before I forfeited my scholar
Shit didn't finish college, shit wasn't a
Shit my homecoming is here I'm who call up
So I still be on that yard with a feely of that
From the the Philly women willing to menage
Though I put em on since Manilli been involved
Though everybody's on me the Milli V part
Now I'm the D Dot where we not no beatboxers
We talkin B blockers keep us deep pockets
See not no fad or no phenom
But he on that web like he be's with Pete Parker
Me I'm not shy and my partner's
K'naan and my buzz is too big like
Ballin, so goddamn hard
Fat everytime bitch Roseanne bars... Wale

(HOOK)

(K'naan)
I don't know why the industry keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin other rappers take a deep
And don't perform after him or you might
I guess they get the memo or the leaflet
You know if you was harder me then you'd be led
And if you had street cred then you'd be dead
And I'm Somali so I guess I'm trynna eat bread
Fuckin with my people well that's called the Ledge
Needless to say I rap beef to piglets
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you
Then the blood drip on the floor pieces
I on more red carpets than Ryan Seacrest
Don't cross me my friend I'm no Jesus
I don't turn cheecks or draw blood leeches
And my a nut me spark in heaters
Get ass privileges with parking meters
Do I condone it or is this some kinda small
Course not, I'm big horse nut
Under pressure I don't sweat my pores shut
I'm from the ten shacks where mishaps get fix fast by klick klacks and big
And inside they think rap
My pen the benchmark I fench off tar
No sixteen, no vaccine, I'm so sick my ten bars
Now I'm off

(Wale)
Hold up, hold up, up