Luyện nghe bài hát Do it Like Me

F*ck (x3)
Let me hear you say Skepta
F*ck (x4)

He out
I sold out,
There weren't one ticket not even a chair
I send you a postcard, I wish you were here
I wish you see, I wish you could hear
I make 'em
When I true with the rest of the team
I get it mainstream, still I'm the best in the scene
So I can understand why everybody to do it like me
No you don't do it me
Nah, no we the same
You're never do it I'm doin' it again
Boy Better Know, were moving too
You better move a different lane
Oh a shame
They though I weren't gonna bust, then I
Took off the condom, it rain
Left my stain all the game
And wanna be's wanna be me
They me then they beg me for a Re-tweet
Then we see on the camera, walking, talking trynna do it like me
No you don't do it me

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I know a lot of man that think they do it me
I know a lot of man that think they do it me
They really, really, really they do it like me
But no they don't do it me
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You call it money, I call it a piece of
You think I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a of nature
Skepta I got the UK buzzing like a
Now my paper's looking than a sky scraper
Chipmunk told me watch no face
I'll never leave without my pencil case
I stay with my eraser
Put it up in the sky, and high, wave it side to side
rub e'm out, rub e'm out
Goodbye
Cya wouldn't be ya
F*ck mix tape I don't wanna feature
give a shit about your album either
I wanna hear you come out the speaker, No
You ain't been to a show you been to my Show
If you're for some action man I'm G.I Joe
I'm it that's why them man are switching
threw some dead punches, but I'm still alive and kicking
There's too many cooks in the kitchen, bitchin' trynna do it me
No you do it like me

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Guess who's in the city, it's off
They I got money, but I ain't showing off
I drop it like hot
F*ck how doe it costs
blowing up
But you man are off
Blad, blowing out
You told you're Mix CD was finished
But constipated, your sh*t ain't coming out
Now I got sick beats, and crazy vocals
MC's don't wanna see me on the scene I take it old school
Nah rude boy, what mean, what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean you fool
Go on then, go on then for the tool
Think you're hard but you're soft like wool
I lick a man in the jaw side with a stool
I'm a bad boy but I still look cool
White gold chains and a' I drool
But they can't jack me I'm not Ja rule
Nah rude boy d'ya mean, what d'ya mean
I was on September the 19th, don't care about February 14th
Pay me for my 16th before I start like it's Friday the 13th
With two black and balaclava
C S gas and a meat
Pay me for my
Before I start chopping off heads King Arthur

People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime because you're the one person that has by this genre of music,
I'm the, I'm the guy we love this music I love grime world.
If there was a room, you get me, and a and a PC lock me in there,
I'm coming out tunes, oh yeah maybe years old (?)
but there ain't no-one else does it like me

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