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 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
That goes for 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
Can't see me the F-O-G
Don't cuss of S.O.B.s
MCs are O.A.P.s
Wanna hype up I'm 'OK G'
You your 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 like BNP, EDL BFGs
don't want no GCSEs
They COD on the PS3
I'm like DP or PE or KRS BDP
Download on your MP3
it to your MP and MTV
Not on this like A.D.D
CD I rate PG
Like with AKs my AKA is AA
Take you off the road
DDT JLS MCs
What you saw basically...
Is how to murder the

Cos I'm in the booth
Rappers wanna chat about the strap they stashed in the 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
I sell it out the back of the boot
I'm positive you're negative, you're and confused
I'm and the fact is your Dad's in the room
Ain't a chap that you rappers can with
Every chat I spat 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 follow fashion, with rap I'm
Blood starts splashing, your whip you in it
Said you were a Mac in the back of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a guy
It's and sh*tty but really the city is mine
If you diss me, pity the billy that try
From Bricky to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm
Get Milli if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the
Get Jiggy like Willy spitting the rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, type
And I victimise an idiot a million
Hey hey we ray-rays will flames
snakes off the road like AA
So waste brays, and make space
You bait fakes, ain't straight you fake
Chase papes, you chase like 'babes wait'
On a lay-lay you date to save face
In the same place we and ain't changed
We make that rake papes like Kay Slay
Don't or diss this, we live this
From Lisbon to
For instance the dick's got your sister
Oh look! Big tits for a quick fix
You're than Bizkit, you nitwits
A monster, a when I stomp on the beat
If the nonsense you is not gonna cease
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 then I drill 'em the syllable
Don't really care you did or what you didn't do
Little 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 you a thousand times
I'm a fountain of acid alkaline
You alcoholics are out of
Got a mountain to climb if your is lying
Bow to his highness I'm to shine
Let me coach you on vocals and how to
Think I'm vexed with your
If I spit rhymes next I 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 with the fame
I'm testing my aim if I send for name
Successful or lame, 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 like a sket giving
I'm mental, deranged, temples and frames
My pencil will end you like petrol and
Burns like syphilis, you are privileged
When I die you can say that you the sickest spit
My verse is limitless, the earth is spinning
Pure words of wickedness that I murk the with
Heard you were good, it's a that you're not
Don't care about your chain or the fame you got
Keep my name on your brain cos I came for spot
What you're making is pop, they say a lot
You're bro with your cat flow, but your whack though
Put your cap low, prat go home
monster is stronger than Castro's backbone
I attack those fat bowcats so
Don't ever get arrogant, don't panicking
your management, mumbling
Man are in the getting' mad again
Don't care your swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the matter then maggot? Where's your
When beef mandem are missing like Madeline
I been badder you and your bag of men
What's happening when I 'em with a pad and pen
Ain't got the bars in pad to match me
Me, I'm so fast I catch a taxi
you got the picture like paparazzi?
You like the facts to go back to B
I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy
I've got a rate fake G' policy
F*ck your awards I don't 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 hoping I won't go
I'm certainly burning these burglars
Murking these 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning your Burgundy
Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to
True rhyme, got a pen, you can use mine
Ain't staying like a tubeline
come through 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 said I can't do grime?