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

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

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
Like BIG, the MVP, VIP to the
E.G. my CD is way too
goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say ID
S-T-O-P like IC3, see me hooked to an I.V. G
In a ICU but I'm
went OT with the M.O.B
Can't see me through the
Don't cuss of S.O.B.s
MCs are O.A.P.s
Wanna hype up I'm 'OK G'
You think B-A-D get a P-E-N and a P-A-D
If the C.I.A. and the F.B.I. the MI6 and the MI5
Get on the A3 then I drive, up the A.C. FYI
MJ P-Y-Ts, LOL another T-Y-P
I E-A-T on E-I-D, twist CID like Levi
D-I-E like BNP, EDL just
don't want no GCSEs
They COD on the PS3
I'm like DP or PE or KRS BDP
Download this on MP3
it to your MP and MTV
Not on ting like A.D.D
Your CD I PG
Like KKKs AKs my AKA is AA
you off the road ASAP
DDT JLS MCs
What you saw basically...
Is how to murder the

Cos I'm in the booth
Rappers wanna about the strap they stashed in the back of the boot
But I chat to the youths, abstract or
My attributes are to the roof
I capture the truth, pour it on tracks my views
Then I sell it out the back of the
I'm positive you're negative, you're whack and
I'm back and the is your Dad's in the room
Ain't a chap that you rappers can battle
Every chat that I is immaculate
Any track I smash I'm attacking it
Heard you rap fam, your tracks are
CD was cack, it was crap, I'm dashing it
You fashion, with rap I'm passionate
starts splashing, your whip you dash in it
Said you packing a Mac in the back of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a guy
It's gritty and sh*tty but really the city is
If you me, pity the silly billy that try
From Bricky to to Missisipi I'm live
Get Milli if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the
Get like Willy spitting the wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, type
And I victimise an idiot a times
Hey hey we ray-rays will flames
Take off the road like AA
So waste brays, vacate and space
You bait fakes, ain't straight you stay
Chase papes, you chase like 'babes wait'
On a lay-lay you date to save face
In the same place we maintain and ain't
We make tapes that papes like Kay Slay
Don't dismiss or this, we live this
From Lisbon to
For the dick's got your sister addicted
Oh look! Big tits came for a fix
You're limper than Bizkit, you
A monster, a beast when I stomp on the
If the nonsense you speak is not cease
I'm conscious but unconscious emcees
Don't respond to the beef if nonces or NEETS
Get ill upon the rhythm when I 'em with the lyrical
up my dinner then I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't really care what you did or you didn't do
Little are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult
You found mind cos I'm outta mine
a pound 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 highness I'm bound to
Let me coach you on vocals and how to
Think I'm vexed your indirects
If I spit rhymes I slit five necks
I'm a big threat to you pissed sly vets
This guy lives life stress
I'm the best in the game, not impressed 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 to change
Couldn't give a f*ck for creps and your chain
You slobber on the mic like a giving brain
I'm mental, deranged, crush temples and
My pencil will end you like petrol and
Burns like syphilis, you are privileged
When I die you can say that you heard the spit
My verse is limitless, the earth is spinning
Pure words of that I murk the rhythm with
Heard you good, it's a shame that you're not
Don't care about your chain or the that you got
Keep my on your brain cos I came for your spot
What you're is pop, they say it's a lot
whack bro with your cat flow, but your whack though
Put your cap low, prat go back
This monster is stronger than backbone
I attack those little fat so
Don't ever get arrogant, don't start
Phone management, mumbling
Man are in the getting' mad again
Don't care your swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the matter then Where's your magnum
When there's mandem are missing like Madeline
I been badder than you and bag of men
happening when 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 like paparazzi?
You like the facts to go back to B
When I watch you rap it's like comedy
I've got a 'don't rate fake G'
your awards I don't rate these nominees
Just fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You hobos are old though, oh so true
No promo, logo or
F*ck your postcode, and Polo suit
My opponents are hoping I won't go
I'm certainly these burglars verbally
Murking these 'til mercenaries murder me
in and turning your Burberry Burgundy
Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to
True rhyme, got a pen, you can use mine
Ain't underground like a tubeline
Im'ma come through shine in due time
Which one of you said I can't do grime?
one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks said I do grime?