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 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 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 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 think your 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 like BNP, EDL just
Youths don't no GCSEs
want COD on the PS3
I'm DP or PE or KRS from BDP
this on your MP3
Send it to MP and MTV
Not on this 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 the ABCs

Cos I'm back in the
Rappers wanna chat about the strap stashed in the back 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 my views
Then I sell it out the back of the
I'm positive you're negative, whack 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 that I is immaculate
Any track that I smash I'm it
Heard you rap fam, tracks are inadequate
Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm it
You fashion, with rap I'm passionate
starts splashing, your whip you dash in it
Said you packing a Mac in the back of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm a brilliant guy
It's gritty and sh*tty but 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, diligent
And I an idiot a million times
Hey hey we ray-rays spray flames
Take snakes off the like AA
So waste brays, vacate and make
You bait fakes, straight you stay fake
Chase papes, you chase dames like wait'
On a lay-lay you date rape to face
In the same place we and ain't changed
We make tapes rake papes like Kay Slay
Don't or diss this, we live this
From Lisbon to
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 stomp on the
If the you speak is not gonna cease
I'm conscious but leave unconscious
respond to the beef if you're nonces or NEETS
Get ill the rhythm when I kill 'em with the lyrical
up my dinner then I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't really care what you did or what you do
Little fools are miniscule, spitting isn't
You found your cos I'm outta mine
Fuck a pound sign, for the crown in grime
I told you once, I you a thousand times
I'm a of acid you're alkaline
You are out of time
Got a mountain to climb if your is lying
Bow to his highness I'm to shine
Let me you on vocals and how to rhyme
Think I'm with your indirects
If I spit rhymes I slit five necks
I'm a big threat to you pissed sly vets
This guy lives inside stress
I'm the best in the game, not impressed the fame
I'm testing my aim if I send for your
or lame, they kept it the same
But whatever the weather it's 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 temples and
My pencil 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 is spinning quick
Pure words of wickedness that I the rhythm with
you were good, it's a shame that you're not
Don't care about your chain or the 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 whack bro your cat flow, but your whack though
Put cap low, prat go back home
This is stronger than Castro's backbone
I those little fat bowcats so
ever get arrogant, don't start panicking
Phone your management,
Man are in the manor getting' mad
Don't care 'bout swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the matter then maggot? your magnum
When there's mandem are missing like Madeline
I been than you and your bag of men
What's happening I kill 'em with a pad and pen
Ain't got the bars in pad to match me
Me, I'm so fast I should a taxi
you got the picture like paparazzi?
You like the to go back to back B
I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy
I've got a 'don't rate G' policy
F*ck your awards I don't rate nominees
Just fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You hobos are old though, it's oh so
No promo, logo or
F*ck your postcode, and Polo suit
My opponents are hoping I go through
I'm certainly these burglars verbally
these murkers 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning your Burberry
to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey
True rhyme, ain't got a pen, you can use
Ain't staying like a tubeline
come through with shine in due time
Which one of you pr*cks I can't do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks said I do grime?
Which one of you said I can't do grime?