Luyện nghe bài hát 96 Fuckries

Oh
I care 'bout your T&Cs;
I'm J to the M to the E
I G-R-I-M to the E
I make you bop your head, to the
the S-W to the N to the E
Bare M to the Cs thought they could swim the sharks
they entered the Sea
BLUKU!
Big up N to the G
Footsie, D to the E to the E
I show love like I did a E
Been this from I entered the scene
Yeah, grime, I rep to the T
140, yeah I kept to the
If you wanna bad boy remix then just give me or Skepta the P, safe!

You hype too
But I don't see you too much
That's why you're not too much
You've been the white too much
You man swear on your life too
Careful or you die too much
Bare MCs lie too much
If not they say like too much

Easy similes used frequently really gets on my nerves
Jme's lyrically sick?
Recently I don't pet with my
Beef me? Really you're chatting all see but you don't step on the curb
These greezy MCs come against me, but see I rep for the nerds

I was out the game but now I'm
Met some of my best pals in
Richard Cowie, James McCabe
And Jahmek inside
Tempa T said "shower time"
music serious no lies
And now my bad boy Megazord whip's got more features iOS5

man, voodoo do'er
Mike Lowery any viewer
dead girlfriend slewer
So I don't what you do to her
chatting shit, poo poo chewer
Came from the gutter, from the sewer
Any man that chats poop I will take out your eyeball a Bamboo skewer!

I roll with Aaron and
Frequently I get by the gammon
Because my whip like it should be owned by
Jeremy Clarkson or Richard
pull me like I'm a drug baron
Chatting shit, can't understand 'em
In the stereo I got & Konan
In the boot I got my creps and my

I don't own a
Ask for my pin and get heavy
Call me a rude kid or a but beats?
I sharing 'em like Teddy
The thing I will share like Jack is lyrics
I'll whenever you're ready
Don't ask why I'm in your boat
With big head fam, you've got a ferry

I ain't a but D.P.M.O
Run up on with the green leaf camo
Badboy Paris leather jacket
back, it's not CP famo
See my black lips on your TV
Bare MCs be me, I know
You will never be Jme
I you on my last CD rago

I had a durag at birth
God sent me here to make shit
Nobody a punch in the face
Coz when you get punched in the face it
Jump in the whip, spaceship
Open my drink, shake it
When I drive my car, move fam
The wheels turn and they the earth

I am so raw in a
Jme, encore on
As as I spit one four and an eight
I leave the dance floor in a state
You're not lord of the
You jacked couple guys before with mates
Your not a badman cause you robbed fam
just poor and brave!

Beef? Slam doors in your
Uppercut your jaw in a brace
Man draw for the hadak-dak-duken
you on the floor snoring away
MCs they're raising the bar by spitting on fourteen genres a day?
Safe, the bar makes it easier for me to score anyway!

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