Luyện nghe bài hát Corn On The Curb [Explicit]

Everyday, bro, we've gotta battling
Gotta stay fighting, stay striving
Gotta stay dreaming, gotta believing
Gotta stay

I broke down a few barricades
Got me a few more
to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like
by stars
Come chill the constellation
Then she me what my real name was
And killed the
Sometimes I've scratch my head
Like big man ting on a
my mum and dad call me Junior
What you so special?
No Rolex
No Hublot
But still I know when time to jump in the car
Put the foot to the pedal

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

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

I start MCs
Go radio, I swinging MCs
I was in the trenches, everyday
You say a man weren't bringing MCs
I will up the phone, start ringing MCs
inna my touch, bringing MCs
They know I've got Skeppy on my
We were on road, it, skilling MCs
Producers, plus we are MCs
Bare vibes we given MCs
I was there back in the day when it was
And them man said wanna get rid of MCs
But man couldn't get rid of MCs
'Cause since then, we've become MCs
Some MC
Skibadee, and Trigga MC

Yeah, us man are blazing
Them man are Benson
My bredrin said 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 about Better be a shootout like a western
I don't fear no man
Think you're a killer but name ain't Cam
Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my
'Cause you might get shot on the like 28 gram
And you who I am
Shower man down Fireman Sam
Drive to your on a two-year ban
Solo in the transit van
Nah, you diss my mum
start fly out and man get bun
Fling on my black and dun
Dry skin between my index and thumb
I hate man a nun
That's why I wanna buy a gun
Can't get killed I get to see my son
Them can't run
They got me thirsty for blood
They got me talking again
got-

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

It's come like I'm too to be with the mandem on the road but,
I'm, like, I can't be up there with them people either, you know I'm saying?
I'm too black to be up there, you see I'm saying, fam?
I know, I feel like, I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy.
I feel I'm in limbo, fam
I've been, I've been waiting to to you, fam.
going way too mad, fam.
Like what the fuck did you like you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam?
Like North London, fam. You got the from God to do something deeper, bro.
Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything that is happening over here, fam.
You get me? a deeper calling, bro.
Like them there,
It's not everyone's phone that gets that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam?
Like super fam, super charged, bro
I that, fam
Like just being you alone, fam, getting to watch.
You're doing what you're 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 youts don't know going on, fam.
They ain't got a clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam.
Love, brudda, man.
I needed powers. Power up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud.
I them. The mission's deeper 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 you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam.
You already know, bro. Powers.