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 make them see A-N-D let you know the
LDN not NYC, on the M-I-C 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 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 up I'm like '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 I drive, turn 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 BNP, EDL just BFGs
Youths don't want no
They COD on the PS3
I'm like DP or PE or KRS BDP
Download this on MP3
Send it to MP and MTV
Not on this ting A.D.D
CD I rate PG
Like with AKs my AKA is AA
you off the road ASAP
DDT JLS MCs
you just saw basically...
Is how to murder the

Cos I'm in the booth
Rappers wanna chat about the they stashed in the back of the boot
But I chat to the youths, or backpacked
My attributes are stacked to the
I capture the truth, pour it on with 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 fact is your Dad's in the
Ain't a chap that you rappers can with
Every 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 fashion, with rap I'm passionate
Blood starts splashing, your whip you in it
Said you were 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 city is
If you me, pity the silly billy that try
From Bricky to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm
Get Milli if you Vanilli's gimme the vibe
Get Jiggy like Willy spitting the wittiest
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent
And I victimise an idiot a times
Hey hey we will spray flames
Take snakes off the road AA
So waste brays, vacate and space
You bait fakes, ain't straight you fake
Chase papes, you dames like 'babes wait'
On a lay-lay you date to save face
In the same we maintain and ain't changed
We tapes that rake papes like Kay Slay
Don't dismiss or this, we live this
From to Ipswich
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 on the beat
If the nonsense you speak is not gonna
I'm conscious but unconscious emcees
Don't respond to the if you're nonces or NEETS
Get ill upon the rhythm I kill 'em with the lyrical
Finish up my dinner I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't care what you did or what you didn't do
Little fools are miniscule, spitting difficult
You found mind cos I'm outta mine
a pound sign, came for the crown in grime
I told you once, I you a thousand times
I'm a fountain of you're alkaline
You alcoholics are out of
Got a mountain to if your mouth is lying
Bow to his highness I'm bound to
Let me coach you on vocals and how to
Think I'm vexed with indirects
If I spit next I slit five necks
I'm a big time threat to you pissed sly
This guy life inside stress
I'm the best in the game, not with the fame
I'm my aim if I send for your name
or lame, they kept it the same
But the weather it's destined to change
Couldn't give a for your creps and your chain
You slobber on the mic a sket giving brain
I'm mental, deranged, crush and frames
My pencil will end you like petrol and
like syphilis, you nerds are privileged
When I die you can say that you heard the sickest
My is limitless, the earth is spinning quick
Pure words of wickedness I murk the rhythm with
you were good, it's a shame that you're not
Don't care about your chain or the fame you got
Keep my name on your cos I came for your spot
What making is pop, they say it's a lot
You're whack bro with your cat flow, but whack though
Put your cap low, prat go home
This monster is than Castro's backbone
I attack little fat bowcats so
Don't ever get arrogant, don't start
Phone management, mumbling
Man are in the getting' mad again
Don't care 'bout your swagger, mandem or medallion
the matter then maggot? Where's your magnum
When there's beef mandem are missing Madeline
I badder than you and your 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 fast I should catch a
Have you got the picture paparazzi?
You like the to go back to back B
When I you rap it's like crazy comedy
I've got a 'don't fake G' policy
your awards I don't rate these nominees
Just little Jay-Z wannabes
You hobos are old though, oh so true
No promo, or photo-shoot
F*ck postcode, MOBO and Polo suit
My are hoping I won't go through
I'm certainly burning these burglars
Murking murkers 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning your Burgundy
Guernsey to Germany, to Bermondsey
rhyme, ain't got a pen, you can use mine
Ain't underground like a tubeline
Im'ma through with shine in due time
Which one of you said I can't do grime?
Which one of you said I can't do grime?
one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime?