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
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 like IC3, 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 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 P-Y-Ts, LOL another 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
Download this on MP3
Send it to MP and MTV
Not on this ting A.D.D
CD I rate PG
Like KKKs AKs my AKA is AA
Take you off the road
DDT JLS MCs
What you saw basically...
Is how to the ABCs

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, abstract or
My attributes are stacked to the
I capture the truth, it on tracks with my views
Then I sell it out the back of the
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 can battle with
chat that I spat is immaculate
Any track I smash I'm attacking it
Heard you rap fam, your tracks are
Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm it
You fashion, with rap I'm passionate
Blood starts splashing, whip you dash in it
Said you were packing a Mac in the of it
Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a guy
gritty and sh*tty but really the city is mine
If you me, pity the silly billy that try
From Bricky to to Missisipi I'm live
Get Milli if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the
Get Jiggy like Willy the wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, type
And I an idiot a million times
Hey hey we ray-rays will flames
snakes off the road like AA
So brays, vacate and make space
You bait fakes, ain't straight you fake
Chase papes, you chase like 'babes wait'
On a you date rape to save face
In the same we maintain and ain't changed
We make tapes rake papes like Kay Slay
Don't dismiss or diss this, we live
Lisbon to Ipswich
For instance the got your sister addicted
Oh look! Big tits came for a fix
You're limper than Bizkit, you
A monster, a when I stomp on the beat
If the nonsense you is not gonna cease
I'm but leave unconscious emcees
Don't respond to the if you're nonces or NEETS
Get ill upon the rhythm when I 'em with the lyrical
up my dinner then I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't care what you did or what you didn't do
Little fools are miniscule, spitting difficult
You found your mind cos I'm mine
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 your mouth is
Bow to his highness I'm bound to
Let me coach you on and how to rhyme
Think I'm vexed your indirects
If I rhymes next I slit five necks
I'm a big time threat to you pissed sly
This guy life inside stress
I'm the best in the game, not with the fame
I'm my aim if I send for your name
Successful or lame, they it the same
But whatever the weather it's 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 will end you like and flames
Burns syphilis, you nerds are privileged
When I die you can say that you heard the spit
My verse is limitless, the earth is quick
Pure words of wickedness that I murk the with
Heard you were good, it's a shame that not
Don't care about your chain or the that you got
my name on your brain cos I came for your spot
What you're making is pop, they say a lot
You're whack bro your cat flow, but your whack though
Put your cap low, go back home
monster is stronger than Castro's backbone
I attack those fat bowcats so
ever get arrogant, don't start panicking
Phone management, mumbling
Man are in the manor mad again
care 'bout your swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the matter maggot? Where's your magnum
When there's beef 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 your pad to me
Me, I'm so I should catch a taxi
you got the picture like paparazzi?
You like the facts to go back to B
When I watch you rap it's crazy comedy
I've got a rate fake G' policy
F*ck your I don't rate these nominees
little fickle Jay-Z 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 go through
I'm certainly burning these burglars
these murkers 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and your Burberry Burgundy
to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey
True rhyme, got a pen, you can use mine
Ain't staying like a tubeline
Im'ma come 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 pr*cks said I do grime?