Luyện nghe bài hát 96 Fuckries

Oh
I couldn't '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 with the sharks
they entered 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
like this from I entered the scene
Yeah, grime, I rep to the T
140, yeah I to the beat
If you wanna bad boy grime remix then just me or Skepta the P, safe!

You hype too
But I see you fight too much
That's why you're not too much
You've been the white too much
You man on your life too much
Careful or you die too much
MCs just lie too much
If not then they say too much

Easy peasy similes used frequently really on my nerves
Jme's lyrically sick?
Recently I pet with my words
Beef me? Really you're chatting all street see but you 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 of my best pals in grime
Richard Cowie, James McCabe
And Jahmek Power
Tempa T said "shower time"
Take music serious no
And now my bad boy whip's got more features than iOS5

man, voodoo do'er
Mike Lowery any YouTube
Original dead girlfriend
So I don't care 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 a Bamboo skewer!

I roll with Aaron and
I get stopped by the gammon
Because my whip looks like it should be by
Jeremy Clarkson or Hammond
Feds pull me I'm a drug baron
bare shit, can't understand 'em
In the stereo I got & Konan
In the boot I got my and my Canon

I don't own a
Ask for my pin and get slapped
Call me a rude kid or a but beats?
I ain't 'em like Teddy
The only thing I will like Jack is lyrics
I'll spray you're ready
Don't ask why I'm looking in your
your 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 Paris leather jacket
Fall back, not CP famo
See my black lips on TV channel
MCs wanna be me, I know
You will be like Jme
I you on my last CD rago

I had a durag at birth
God sent me here to shit worse
Nobody wants a in the face
Coz you get punched in the face it hurts
Jump in the whip, turbz
Open my drink, shake it
When I my car, don't move fam
The wheels turn and drapes the earth

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

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

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