Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

This that Young shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your spit
Yeah your girl as as hell but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey how can you tell? She on a Young Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, make the Young sick
RattPack be the squad, that's that Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young Sinatra clique, God
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
to me fatality 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 and fuck 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 never second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to mother
They should 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 murder your album with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm a train with Peter Parker
Until I have sex in the city 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
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like September again
Basking these rappers so hard they won't remember again
it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm indigenous to this
This apparent, I'm barring down like a
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm more than fast flows,
Money talk flows,
Great as the numbers at shows

Fuck that rap this that trap shit (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, I got some (ayy)
Couple cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you never flex get it done (ayy)
Y'all don't really know I come from
that shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me what you really about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck that trap shit that rap shit
Give me the hand John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
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 none of y'all ready for this though
Fuck Logic had absent though
Matter of it's not impossible but highly improbable like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck said this rap shit was never a race
shit a marathon
Murder you and carry on
Claiming that you really ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I crucify ya
Number one 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 this shit like

Fuck that rap shit this that shit (Bobby)
This world is my (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 yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you never Bobby 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 you really know about me right now
I want I get it somehow