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
That 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
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 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 then I drive, up the A.C. FYI
MJ like P-Y-Ts, LOL another
I E-A-T on E-I-D, CID like Levi Jeans
D-I-E BNP, EDL just BFGs
Youths don't want no
want 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 ting like A.D.D
CD I rate PG
Like KKKs 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 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 the truth, pour it on tracks with my views
Then I sell it out the of the boot
I'm positive negative, you're whack and confused
I'm back and the is your Dad's in the room
Ain't a chap that you rappers can battle
Every chat I spat is immaculate
Any track I smash I'm attacking it
Heard you rap fam, tracks are inadequate
Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm it
You follow fashion, with rap I'm
Blood starts splashing, your whip you in it
you were packing 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 me, pity the silly billy that try
From Bricky to Piccadilly to I'm live
Get if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the vibe
Get like Willy spitting the wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, type
And I victimise an a million times
Hey hey we ray-rays will flames
Take off the road like AA
So brays, vacate and make space
You bait fakes, ain't straight you stay
Chase papes, you chase dames like 'babes
On a lay-lay you date to save face
In the same place we maintain and ain't
We make tapes that rake papes like Kay
Don't or diss this, we live this
From to Ipswich
For instance the got your sister addicted
Oh look! Big tits for a quick fix
limper 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 leave unconscious
Don't respond to the beef if you're or NEETS
Get ill the rhythm when I kill 'em with the lyrical
Finish up my dinner then I drill 'em with the
Don't really care what you did or you didn't do
Little are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult
You found your mind cos I'm outta
a pound sign, came for the crown in grime
I told you once, I told you a thousand
I'm a fountain of acid alkaline
You alcoholics are out of
Got a mountain to climb if mouth is lying
Bow to his I'm bound to shine
Let me coach you on and how to rhyme
Think I'm with your indirects
If I spit rhymes next I slit five
I'm a big time to you pissed sly vets
This guy lives life stress
I'm the best in the game, not impressed with the
I'm testing my aim if I for your name
Successful or lame, they kept it the
But whatever the weather it's destined to
Couldn't give a f*ck for creps and your chain
You slobber on the mic like a giving brain
I'm mental, deranged, temples and frames
My will end you like petrol and flames
like syphilis, you nerds are privileged
When I die you can say that you heard the spit
My verse is limitless, the earth is spinning
Pure words of wickedness I murk the rhythm with
Heard you were good, it's a shame that not
Don't care your chain or the fame that 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
This monster is than Castro's backbone
I attack those little fat so
ever get arrogant, don't start panicking
Phone management, mumbling
Man are in the manor mad again
Don't care 'bout swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the matter then Where's your magnum
When beef mandem are missing like Madeline
I been 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 I should catch a taxi
you got the picture like paparazzi?
You like the to go back to back B
When I watch you rap like crazy comedy
I've got a 'don't fake G' policy
F*ck your awards I don't rate these
Just little fickle wannabes
You hobos are old though, it's oh so
No promo, or photo-shoot
F*ck your postcode, MOBO and suit
My opponents are I won't go through
I'm certainly burning burglars verbally
Murking murkers 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning your Burgundy
Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to
rhyme, ain't got a pen, you can use mine
Ain't staying underground like a
come through with shine in due time
Which one of you pr*cks I can't do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks I can't do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks said I do grime?