Luyện nghe bài hát 96 Fuckries

Oh
I care 'bout your T&Cs;
I'm J to the M to the E
I make to the E
I make you bop head, to the beat
the S-W to the N to the E
Bare M to the Cs thought they could swim with the
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 like this from I entered the
Yeah, grime, I rep to the T
140, yeah I kept to the
If you wanna bad boy grime remix then just me or Skepta the P, safe!

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

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

I was out the but now I'm inside
Met some of my pals in grime
Cowie, baddaman James McCabe
And Power inside
Tempa T said "shower time"
Take serious no lies
And now my bad boy Megazord whip's got features than iOS5

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

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

I own a BlackBerry
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 share like Jack is lyrics
I'll spray whenever you're
Don't ask why I'm looking in boat
your big head fam, you've got a ferry

I a killer but D.P.M.O
Run up on guys the green leaf camo
Badboy Eleven Paris leather
Fall back, it's not CP
See my black lips on TV channel
Bare MCs wanna be me, I
You will never be Jme
I you on my last CD rago

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

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

Beef? Slam doors in your
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 makes it for me to score anyway!

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