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 the C-A-S-E
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 goes for TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, say ID please
S-T-O-P like IC3, see me hooked to an I.V. G
In a ICU but I'm
They went OT the M.O.B
see me through the F-O-G
Don't cuss of S.O.B.s
MCs are O.A.P.s
Wanna up I'm like '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 T-Y-P
I E-A-T on E-I-D, twist CID like Levi
D-I-E BNP, EDL just BFGs
Youths want no GCSEs
They COD on the PS3
I'm like DP or PE or KRS BDP
this on your MP3
Send it to MP and MTV
Not on this like A.D.D
CD I rate PG
Like with AKs my AKA is AA
you off the road ASAP
DDT JLS MCs
What you saw basically...
Is how to the ABCs

Cos I'm in the booth
Rappers wanna chat about the strap they stashed in the back of the
But I chat to the youths, abstract or
My attributes are to the roof
I capture the truth, pour it on tracks with my
Then I sell it out the of the boot
I'm you're negative, you're whack and confused
I'm back and the is your Dad's in the room
Ain't a chap that you can battle with
chat that I spat is immaculate
Any that I smash I'm attacking 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, your whip you in it
Said you were packing a Mac in the of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a guy
It's gritty and but really the city is mine
If you diss me, the silly billy that try
Bricky to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm live
Get Milli if you Milli gimme the vibe
Get Jiggy like Willy spitting the wittiest
Uncivilised, ignorant, type
And I victimise an idiot a million
Hey hey we ray-rays spray flames
snakes off the road like AA
So waste brays, and make space
You fakes, ain't straight you stay fake
Chase papes, you chase dames like wait'
On a lay-lay you rape to save face
In the same place we maintain and changed
We make tapes that rake papes Kay Slay
Don't dismiss or diss this, we live
Lisbon to Ipswich
For the dick's got your sister addicted
Oh look! Big came for a quick fix
You're than Bizkit, you nitwits
A monster, a beast I stomp on the beat
If the nonsense you is not gonna cease
I'm conscious but unconscious emcees
Don't respond to the beef if nonces or NEETS
Get ill upon the rhythm I kill 'em with the lyrical
Finish up my then I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't really care you did or what you didn't do
Little fools are miniscule, spitting isn't
You found your cos I'm outta mine
Fuck a pound sign, came for the in grime
I you once, I told you a thousand times
I'm a fountain of acid alkaline
You alcoholics are out of
Got a to climb if your mouth is lying
Bow to his I'm bound to shine
Let me coach you on vocals and how to
Think I'm vexed with indirects
If I spit rhymes next I five necks
I'm a big time threat to you sly vets
This guy lives life stress
I'm the best in the game, not impressed the fame
I'm my aim if I send for your name
or lame, they kept 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 giving brain
I'm mental, deranged, crush and frames
My pencil end you like petrol and flames
like syphilis, you nerds are privileged
When I die you can say that you the sickest spit
My verse is limitless, the is spinning quick
words of wickedness that I murk the rhythm with
Heard you good, it's a shame that you're not
Don't care your chain or the fame that you got
Keep my name on your cos I came for your spot
What making is pop, they say it's a lot
whack bro with your cat flow, but your whack though
Put cap low, prat go back home
This monster is stronger than backbone
I attack little fat bowcats so
Don't ever get arrogant, start panicking
Phone management, mumbling
Man are in the manor mad again
care 'bout your swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the then maggot? Where's your magnum
When there's mandem are missing like Madeline
I badder than you and your bag of men
What's happening when I 'em with a pad and pen
got the bars in your pad to match me
Me, I'm so fast I catch a taxi
Have you got the picture paparazzi?
You like the facts to go back to B
I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy
I've got a 'don't fake G' policy
F*ck your awards I don't rate these
little fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You hobos are old though, oh so true
No promo, or photo-shoot
your postcode, MOBO and Polo suit
My opponents are hoping I go through
I'm burning these burglars verbally
Murking these murkers 'til mercenaries me
Burst in and turning Burberry Burgundy
Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to
True rhyme, got a pen, you can use mine
staying underground like a tubeline
Im'ma come with shine in due time
Which one of you pr*cks said I do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks said I do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks I can't do grime?