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 you bop your head, to the beat
the S-W to the N to the E
Bare M to the Cs thought they could swim with the
Until they the Sea
BLUKU!
Big up N to the G
Footsie, D to the E to the E
I show bare love 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 remix then give me or Skepta the P, safe!

You hype too
But I don't see you fight too
why you're not liked too much
You've snorting the white too much
You man swear on your too much
Careful or you die too much
Bare MCs just lie too
If not then say like too much

Easy similes used frequently really gets on my nerves
Reason lyrically sick?
Recently I don't pet with my
Beef me? Really you're 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 game but now I'm
Met some of my best in grime
Richard Cowie, James McCabe
And Jahmek Power
Tempa T said "shower time"
music serious no lies
And now my bad boy whip's got more features than iOS5

Juju man, voodoo
Mike any YouTube viewer
dead girlfriend slewer
So I care what you do to her
chatting shit, poo poo chewer
Came from the gutter, came the sewer
Any man that chats poop I will take out your eyeball with a skewer!

I with Aaron and Aaron
Frequently I get stopped by the
Because my whip looks like it should be by
Jeremy Clarkson or Hammond
pull me like I'm a drug baron
Chatting bare shit, understand 'em
In the I got Krept & Konan
In the I got my creps and my Canon

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

I ain't a but D.P.M.O
Run up on guys with the green leaf
Badboy Eleven Paris jacket
Fall back, it's not CP
See my black lips on TV channel
MCs wanna be me, I know
You will be like Jme
I told you on my CD rago

I had a durag straight at
God me here to make shit worse
Nobody a punch in the face
Coz when you get in the face it hurts
Jump in the whip, turbz
my drink, shake it first
When I drive my car, move fam
The wheels turn and they the earth

I am so raw in a
Jme, on stage
As soon as I spit one and an eight
I will the dance floor in a state
You're not lord of the
You jacked couple guys before your mates
Your not a badman cause you someone fam
You're poor and brave!

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

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