Luyện nghe bài hát Grime Daily: Who Said I Can't Do Grime?

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Whether in HMV or KFC, H.M.P. or A&E
I them see A-N-D let you know the C-A-S-E
From LDN not NYC, on the I'm M.I.B
BIG, the MVP, VIP to the E-N-D
E.G. my CD is way too
goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, say ID please
S-T-O-P IC3, wanna see me hooked to an I.V. G
In a ICU but I'm
They OT with the M.O.B
see me through the F-O-G
Don't mothers of S.O.B.s
MCs are O.A.P.s
Wanna hype up I'm 'OK G'
You think your B-A-D get a P-E-N and a
If the C.I.A. and the F.B.I. the MI6 and the MI5
Get on the A3 I drive, turn up the A.C. FYI
MJ like P-Y-Ts, LOL T-Y-P
I E-A-T on E-I-D, twist CID like Jeans
D-I-E BNP, EDL just BFGs
Youths don't no GCSEs
They COD on the PS3
I'm DP or PE or KRS from BDP
this on your MP3
Send it to MP and MTV
Not on ting like A.D.D
Your CD I PG
Like with AKs my AKA is AA
Take you off the ASAP
DDT JLS MCs
What you saw basically...
Is how to murder the

Cos I'm back in the
Rappers wanna chat about the strap they in the back of the boot
But I chat to the youths, abstract or
My attributes are stacked to the
I capture the truth, pour it on tracks my views
Then I it out the back of the boot
I'm positive you're negative, whack and confused
I'm back and the is your Dad's in the room
Ain't a chap that you rappers can battle
chat that I spat is immaculate
Any track that I smash I'm it
Heard you rap fam, your are inadequate
CD was cack, it was crap, I'm dashing it
You follow fashion, rap I'm passionate
Blood starts splashing, whip you dash in it
you were packing a Mac in the back of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm a brilliant guy
It's gritty and sh*tty but really the is mine
If you diss me, pity the billy that try
From Bricky to Piccadilly to I'm live
Get Milli if you Milli Vanilli's the vibe
Get Jiggy Willy spitting the wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent
And I victimise an a million times
Hey hey we will spray flames
Take off the road like AA
So waste brays, and make space
You bait fakes, ain't straight you stay
Chase papes, you chase like 'babes wait'
On a lay-lay you date rape to face
In the place we maintain and ain't changed
We make tapes that rake papes like Kay
Don't dismiss or diss this, we live
From to Ipswich
For instance the dick's got your addicted
Oh look! Big tits came for a fix
You're limper Bizkit, you nitwits
A monster, a beast when I on the beat
If the nonsense you is not gonna cease
I'm conscious but leave unconscious
Don't to the beef if you're nonces or NEETS
Get ill upon the rhythm I kill 'em with the lyrical
up my dinner then I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't care what you did or what you didn't do
fools are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult
You found your mind cos I'm mine
Fuck a sign, came for the crown in grime
I told you once, I told you a thousand
I'm a fountain of acid you're
You alcoholics are out of
Got a mountain to climb if mouth is lying
Bow to his I'm bound to shine
Let me you on vocals and how to rhyme
Think I'm vexed with indirects
If I spit rhymes next I slit necks
I'm a big time threat to you sly vets
guy lives life inside stress
I'm the in the game, not impressed with the fame
I'm testing my aim if I for your name
Successful or lame, they it the same
But whatever the weather it's destined to
Couldn't a f*ck for your creps and your chain
You slobber on the mic like a sket brain
I'm mental, deranged, crush temples and
My pencil will end you like and flames
Burns like syphilis, you nerds are
When I die you can say you heard the sickest spit
My is limitless, the earth is spinning quick
Pure words of wickedness that I murk the with
you were good, it's a shame that you're not
Don't care about chain or the fame that you got
Keep my name on your cos I came for your spot
you're making is pop, they say it's a lot
You're whack bro with cat flow, but your whack though
Put your cap low, prat go home
This monster is stronger than Castro's
I attack those little fat so
Don't get arrogant, don't start panicking
Phone management, mumbling
Man are in the manor getting' mad
Don't care 'bout swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the matter then Where's your magnum
When there's mandem are missing like Madeline
I been than you and your bag of men
What's happening I kill 'em with a pad and pen
Ain't got the bars in your pad to me
Me, I'm so I should catch a taxi
Have you got the picture like
You like the to go back to back B
When I watch you rap like crazy comedy
I've got a rate fake G' policy
F*ck awards I don't rate these nominees
Just fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You are old though, it's oh so true
No promo, or photo-shoot
F*ck your postcode, MOBO and suit
My opponents are I won't go through
I'm certainly burning these burglars
Murking murkers 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning your Burberry
to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey
True rhyme, ain't got a pen, you can use
Ain't staying like a tubeline
Im'ma come with shine in due time
Which one of you said I can't do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do
Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do