Luyện nghe bài hát 96 Fuckries

Oh
I couldn't care your T&Cs;
I'm J to the M to the E
I G-R-I-M to the E
I you bop your head, to the beat
the S-W to the N to the E
Bare M to the Cs thought they could with the sharks
Until they the Sea
BLUKU!
Big up N to the G
Footsie, D to the E to the E
I bare love like I did a E
Been like from I entered the scene
Yeah, grime, I rep to the T
140, I kept to the beat
If you wanna bad boy grime 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 liked too
You've been snorting the white too
You man swear on your too much
Careful or you might die too
Bare MCs just lie too
If not then they say like too

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

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

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

I roll with Aaron and
Frequently I get stopped by the
Because my looks like it should be owned by
Jeremy Clarkson or Richard
Feds pull me like I'm a drug
Chatting bare shit, can't 'em
In the stereo I got Krept &
In the boot I got my creps and my

I don't own a
Ask for my pin and get heavy
Call me a kid or a maniac but beats?
I ain't 'em like Teddy
The only thing I will share Jack is lyrics
spray 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 guys the green leaf camo
Badboy Eleven Paris leather
back, it's not CP famo
See my black on your TV channel
Bare MCs wanna be me, I
You never be like Jme
I you on my last CD rago

I had a durag straight at
God sent me here to shit worse
Nobody a punch in the face
Coz when you get punched in the face it
Jump in the whip, turbz
my drink, shake it first
When I drive my car, don't 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 will leave the dance floor in a
You're not lord of the
You jacked couple guys with your mates
Your not a badman cause you someone fam
You're poor and brave!

Beef? Slam in your face
Uppercut leave jaw in a brace
Man draw for the hadak-dak-duken
Leave you on the snoring away
MCs think raising the bar by spitting on fourteen genres a day?
Safe, raising the bar it easier for me to score anyway!

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