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

This Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra shit
Shut the fuck up and listen whenever your Sinatra
Yeah your girl as fine as but she a Young Sinatra chick
Hey Bobby how can you tell? She on a Sinatra dick
All these rappers wack as fuck, the Young Sinatra sick
RattPack be the squad, that's Young Sinatra clique
God damn, this the Young clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm the realism in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
be glad to be me
Magnify the shit like
Motherfuckers talk on the but in person they never vocal
to the hood and fuck you up if you prefer to be local
I'm local, Noho, to Soho,
Getting G's like I'm Frodo, you ho I'm
like Sunday, flyer than a runway
Little Bobby second guess that he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my word to your mother
They should me a badge cuz I'm always under-covers

God damn I'm a 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 whole album with a 30 second
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a 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 the Young Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, back, like 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 down like a
the beef is at steak, I'm Astros
My god level lyricism surpass
I'm more than fast flows,
Money cash flows,
as the numbers at past shows

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

Fuck that trap shit this rap shit
Give me the hand like John the
to whip it I hoove in the catcher
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 ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had though
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable
the police isn't robbable
But I'm liable to up into a station in blue face
fuck the police!
Blue lives a race
Fuck whoever this rap shit was never a race
shit a marathon
Murder you motherfuckers and on
that you really 'bout ya shit
You got Jim Carrey on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
one 'til I die
Will never
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I this shit like

Fuck that rap shit this trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap 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 cars yeah I some (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (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 know about me right now
Everything I want I get it