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 Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young shit
Shut the fuck up and listen your Sinatra 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 Sinatra
RattPack be the squad, that's that Young clique
God damn, this the Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
be glad to be me
Magnify the shit bifocal
talk on the internet but in person they never vocal
Come to the 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
Blessed like Sunday, flyer than a
Little Bobby never second guess he goin' make it one day
One wake, or another my brother word to your
They give 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
They turn out to spit it, it and rip it
I can murder your whole album a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I more sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The and deeper I go it get darker
They say the the old me, the want the Young Sinatra back
The one murder it, rip it up
Never gonna give it up around an
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, September again
Basking these rappers so hard that they won't 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 flows
I'm more than fast flows,
Money cash flows,
Great as the at past shows

Fuck that rap shit this trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk shit get son (Bobby)
I don't know why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I some (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (ayy)
don't really know where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
I want I get it somehow

Fuck that trap shit this that rap
Give me the like John the Baptist
Ready to whip it I hoove in the
Greatest alive I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They can't see me get this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this though
Fuck what Logic had though
Matter of it's not impossible but highly improbable like
the police isn't robbable
But I'm to walk up into a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue lives ain't a
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 your Jim 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 started this shit

Fuck that rap shit this that shit (Bobby)
world is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and in the trap son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I really know why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple cars yeah I bought some (ayy)
Thought you flex Bobby get it done (ayy)
don't really know where I come from
Talking shit, I'm a come for it (what's good)
Tell me you really know about me right now
I want I get it somehow