Luyện nghe bài hát Warm It Up

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

This that Young Sinatra shit, yeah this that Young Sinatra
Shut the fuck up and listen your Sinatra spit
Yeah your girl as fine as hell but she a Young 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 that Young Sinatra
God damn, the Young Sinatra clique, God damn
Listen, yeah, I'm visualizing the in my life and actuality
Stuck to me fatality yeah this shit is my
I am who the be
I'd rather be at
Killers be to be me
Magnify the shit bifocal
Motherfuckers 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,
G's like I'm Frodo, you know ho I'm
Blessed like Sunday, than a runway
Little Bobby never second that he goin' 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 turn out to it, rewind it and rip it
I can murder your whole album a 30 second snippet
the Mary Jane like I'm running a train with Peter Parker
Until I have sex in the city than Jessica Parker
The deeper and deeper I go it get
say the want 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, fall back, 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
When the beef is at steak, I'm
My god level lyricism flows
I'm more than fast flows,
Money talk flows,
Great as the numbers at shows

Fuck that rap shit that trap shit (Bobby)
This is my contraption (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the son (Bobby)
shit get kidnapped 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 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 really about me right now
Everything I want I get it

Fuck trap shit this that rap shit
Give me the hand like John the
Ready to it I hoove in the catcher
Greatest alive like I'm
I put 'em all in caskets
They see me get past this
I'm a bastard that mastered the flow and none of y'all ready for this though
what Logic had absent though
Matter of fact it's not but highly improbable like
Saying the police isn't
But I'm liable to walk up into a station in face
Like the police!
Blue ain't a race
Fuck whoever said rap shit was never a race
This shit a
you motherfuckers and carry on
Claiming that you really ya shit
You got your Jim on, "Liar liar"
I might ya
Number one 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 this shit like

Fuck that rap shit this that shit (Bobby)
This world is my (Bobby)
I was born and raised in the 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 some (ayy)
Thought you never flex get it done (ayy)
Y'all really know where 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