Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton Briefcase

They hear my briefcase from across the pond
London's burning but the goes on
Feel my power, the electrical
Real rude own the town tonight

We need no fighting, all these beautiful birds around
The liquor like lightning, as soon as the sun goes down

it on
Oh, it on
it on
Oh, it on

I got a briefcase, Ministry of Sound
The walls us, they could tear them down
It's a Brixton briefcase that's a sin
Looks get spat on, they get a grin

Whoa, do you the chorus
Smile and sing
your ass for me, mama
They're your favorite song

it on
Oh, it on
it on
Oh, it on

Worn off records, nothing
Turn it a bit louder, Old Bill, fuck off
All my and all my friends
Have to ride that or wait to the ends

Oh, you a naughty little neighbor, pretending to be posh
Burning the music won't save us, only a wine colored citric

Get on
Get it on, get on
Get it on
it on

I got a briefcase
Feel my
I got a Brixton
Feel my