Luyện nghe bài hát Corn On The Curb

Everyday, bro, gotta stay battling
Gotta stay fighting, stay striving
Gotta dreaming, gotta stay believing
Gotta stay

I down a few more barricades
Got me a few accolades
Used to look forward to the
Now every day's like
by stars
Come chill with the
Then she asked me what my real was
And killed the
I've gotta scratch my head
Like big man on a level
Only my mum and dad call me
What you so special?
No Rolex
No kettle
But still I know when it's to jump in the car
Put the foot to the pedal

Yeah, I care about VIP
I've got very important to be
While I'm asleep, I'm making a
Girls in the getting naked for me
I'm tryna say is basically
Never get a joke man for me
Corn on the curb if a man me
My niggas got the in T
Santa Claus to miss my house
So I decorated my own tree
Ring man's phone if he think's it's
do you mean, "who is this, blud?" It's me
My niggas been on
get it twisted 'cause I don't beef online
My violent, my niggas loopy
you ain't seen on Vine

I want a like, I don't want a follow
Diss me today, link me
I've got goons that can't leave the
the law, under obbo
I know pain, I sorrow
I know empty, I hollow
I just my Gs out to Amsterdam
And I told "thank me tomorrow"
Cuh man have been in the
Experimenting with the
And you see, the road ting and the music ain't
Would've man was playing baseball
Way man are pitching
Never been a punk, never been a
Wanna hate on me? Wanna on Storm?
Fuck that, let the in

I start MCs
Go radio, I swinging MCs
I was in the trenches, grinding
You say a man weren't bringing MCs
I pick up the phone, start ringing MCs
inna my touch, bringing MCs
They I've got Skeppy on my team
We on road, living it, skilling MCs
Producers, plus we are MCs
Bare we have given MCs
I was back in the day when it was garage
And them man they wanna get rid of MCs
But man couldn't get rid of MCs
'Cause since then, become bigger MCs
MC debts
Skibadee, Baseman and MC

Yeah, us man are blazing
Them man are Benson
My bredrin it's his birthday
Took him onstage Drake and Section
Hate my niggas 'cause every day, it's another great
talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out
Talk shootout? Better be a shootout like a western
'Cause I don't no man
you're a killer but your name ain't Cam
Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my
you might get shot on the road like 28 gram
And you who I am
Shower man like Fireman Sam
to your ends on a two-year ban
With Solo in the van
Nah, you can't my mum
Shots fly out and man get bun
Fling on my garments and dun
Dry skin between my index finger and
I hate man a nun
That's why I wanna buy a gun
Can't get before I get to see my son
tings can't run
They got me thirsty for blood
They got me crud again
They

Yo, fam
Yo,
to me, man
Where are you, though? Who are you
I'm on my Js,
Sound, man. This ting has got me, blud, I'm not lie, fam.
I'm not front, fam. Mad pressures from every angle, fam

It's come like I'm too ambitious to be with the on the road but,
I'm, like, I can't be up there them people either, you know what I'm saying?
I'm too black to be up there, you see I'm saying, fam?
I don't know, I feel like, I feel I'm in limbo, Chippy.
I feel I'm in limbo, fam
I've been, I've waiting to speak to you, fam.
You're way too mad, fam.
Like what the fuck did you mean like you don't know why I your name, fam?
Like North London, fam. You got the call God to do something deeper, bro.
Like, you got the call to go and everyone look at everything else that is happening over here, fam.
You get me? That's a calling, bro.
Like callings there,
It's not everyone's phone gets that that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam?
Like powers fam, super charged, bro
I that, fam
Like just you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch.
You're what you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like this happen before.
Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, fam? These don't know what's going on, fam.
They ain't got a fucking clue, fam. to the T, fam.
Love, brudda, man.
I needed that powers. up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud.
I needed them. The mission's right now. Love, brudda. Mad.
Alright, fam, I'm shout you, man. What you saying though, everything good?
Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's doing I gotta do, fam.
You already know, bro. Powers.