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 fuck up and listen your Sinatra spit
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, make the Young Sinatra
RattPack be the squad, that's Young Sinatra clique
God damn, the Young Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the realism in my and actuality
to me fatality yeah this shit is my galaxy
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
be glad to be me
Magnify the shit bifocal
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
Blessed like Sunday, flyer a runway
Little Bobby never second guess that he make it one day
One wake, or another my word to your mother
They should give me a badge cuz I'm always

God damn I'm a man
You I get, I get it, I get it, I get it
They out to spit it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole with a 30 second snippet
Pass the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Parker
Until I have more sex in the than Jessica Parker
The deeper and I go it get darker
They say the want the old me, the want the Sinatra back
The one that it, rip it up
gonna give it up around an almanac
Yeah I'm all of that, fall back, like September
Basking these rappers so hard that they remember again
When it comes to Hip Hop, bitch I'm to this
This apparent, I'm barring down like a
When the 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 that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was and raised 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 sports cars yeah I bought (ayy)
Thought you never flex Bobby get it (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 want I get it

Fuck that trap shit that rap shit
Give me the hand like John the
Ready to whip it I in the catcher
alive like I'm Cassius
I put 'em all in caskets
They see me get past this
I'm a that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this massacre though
Fuck what Logic had though
Matter of fact it's not impossible but highly improbable
Saying the police robbable
But I'm liable to walk up a station in blue face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said this rap shit was never a
This shit a
Murder you motherfuckers and on
Claiming that you 'bout ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
one 'til I die
Will retire
I am the
I am the God of this
is how we do it
Yeah I started this shit, yes I started this like

Fuck that rap shit this trap shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was and raised in the trap son (Bobby)
Talk get kidnapped son (Bobby)
I don't know why I rap son (ayy)
in the bank, yeah I got some (ayy)
Couple sports cars yeah I bought (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 really know me right now
Everything I want I get it