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 them see A-N-D let you know 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, 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
went 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 up I'm like 'OK G'
You think your B-A-D get a 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 Jeans
D-I-E like BNP, EDL just
don't want no GCSEs
They COD on the PS3
I'm DP or PE or KRS from BDP
Download on your MP3
it to your MP and MTV
Not on ting like A.D.D
CD I rate PG
Like KKKs AKs my AKA is AA
Take you off the 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 stashed in the of the boot
But I chat to the youths, or backpacked
My attributes are to the roof
I capture the truth, pour it on tracks with my
I sell it out the back of the boot
I'm positive you're negative, whack and confused
I'm back and the fact is Dad's in the room
Ain't a chap you rappers can battle with
Every chat that I is immaculate
Any track that I smash I'm it
you rap fam, your tracks are inadequate
Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm it
You follow fashion, with rap I'm
Blood splashing, your whip you dash 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 is mine
If you diss me, the silly billy that try
Bricky to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm live
Get Milli if you Vanilli's gimme the vibe
Get Jiggy like Willy the wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent
And I an idiot a million times
Hey hey we ray-rays spray flames
Take off the road like AA
So waste brays, vacate and make
You bait fakes, ain't straight you fake
Chase papes, you chase dames 'babes wait'
On a lay-lay you rape to save face
In the same we maintain and ain't changed
We make tapes that rake papes Kay Slay
Don't dismiss or this, we live this
Lisbon to Ipswich
For instance the 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 leave emcees
Don't respond to the beef if you're nonces or
Get ill upon the rhythm when I kill 'em the lyrical
up my dinner then I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't really care you did or what you didn't do
fools are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult
You found your mind cos I'm outta
Fuck a sign, came for the crown in grime
I told you once, I you a thousand times
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 I'm bound to shine
Let me coach you on and how to rhyme
Think I'm vexed your indirects
If I spit rhymes next I slit five
I'm a big threat to you pissed sly vets
guy lives life inside stress
I'm the in the game, not impressed with the fame
I'm testing my aim if I send for name
Successful or lame, they kept it the
But whatever the weather destined to change
give a f*ck for your creps and your chain
You on the mic like a sket giving brain
I'm mental, deranged, crush and frames
My pencil end you like petrol and flames
Burns like syphilis, you are privileged
When I die you can say that you the sickest spit
My verse is limitless, the earth is quick
Pure words of wickedness that I the rhythm with
Heard you were good, a shame that you're not
Don't care about your chain or the that you got
Keep my name on your cos I came for your spot
What you're making is pop, say it's a lot
You're whack bro with your cat flow, but whack though
Put cap low, prat go back home
This monster is than Castro's backbone
I attack those fat bowcats so
Don't ever get arrogant, don't panicking
Phone your management,
Man are in the manor mad again
Don't care 'bout swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the then maggot? Where's your magnum
When there's beef mandem are like Madeline
I been badder you and your bag of men
What's happening I kill 'em with a pad and pen
Ain't got the in your pad to match me
Me, I'm so fast I should catch a
Have you got the picture paparazzi?
You like the facts to go to back B
When I watch you rap it's like comedy
I've got a rate fake G' policy
your awards I don't rate these nominees
Just little fickle wannabes
You hobos are old though, oh so true
No promo, or photo-shoot
F*ck your postcode, MOBO and Polo
My opponents are hoping I won't go
I'm certainly these burglars verbally
Murking these 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning your Burberry
Guernsey to Germany, to Bermondsey
True rhyme, got a pen, you can use mine
staying underground like a tubeline
Im'ma come through with in due time
Which one of you pr*cks said I do grime?
Which one of you said I can't do grime?
Which one of you said I can't do grime?