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
goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, say ID please
S-T-O-P like IC3, wanna see me to an I.V. G
In a ICU but I'm
They OT with the M.O.B
Can't see me the F-O-G
Don't mothers of S.O.B.s
MCs are O.A.P.s
Wanna hype up I'm 'OK G'
You think 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 on E-I-D, twist CID like Levi Jeans
D-I-E like BNP, EDL just
don't 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 like A.D.D
CD I rate PG
Like KKKs AKs my AKA is AA
Take you off the road
DDT JLS MCs
you just saw basically...
Is how to the ABCs

Cos I'm in the booth
Rappers wanna chat about the they 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 with my
Then I sell it out the of the boot
I'm positive negative, you're whack and confused
I'm back and the fact is your in the room
Ain't a chap that you can battle with
Every chat that I spat is
Any that I smash I'm attacking it
Heard you rap fam, your tracks are
CD was cack, it was crap, I'm dashing it
You fashion, with rap I'm passionate
Blood starts splashing, your you dash in it
Said you were a Mac in the back 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, pity the silly that try
From to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm live
Get if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the vibe
Get Jiggy like Willy spitting the rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent
And I victimise an idiot a million
Hey hey we will spray flames
Take snakes off the like AA
So waste brays, vacate and make
You fakes, ain't straight you stay fake
papes, you chase dames like 'babes wait'
On a lay-lay you date rape to face
In the same place we maintain and ain't
We make tapes that rake papes like Kay
Don't dismiss or this, we live this
Lisbon to Ipswich
For instance the dick's got your sister
Oh look! Big came for a quick fix
limper 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 if you're nonces or NEETS
Get ill upon the rhythm when I kill 'em with the
Finish up my then I drill 'em with the syllable
Don't really care what you did or what you do
fools are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult
You found mind cos I'm outta mine
Fuck a sign, came for the crown in grime
I told you once, I told you a thousand
I'm a of acid you're alkaline
You alcoholics are out of
Got a mountain to if your mouth 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 next I 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 with the fame
I'm testing my aim if I send for your
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 petrol and
like 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, a shame that you're not
Don't care your chain or the fame that you got
Keep my name on brain cos I came for your spot
What you're is pop, they say it's a lot
whack bro with your cat flow, but your whack though
Put your cap low, go back home
This monster is stronger Castro's backbone
I attack those little fat so
ever get arrogant, don't start panicking
Phone your management,
Man are in the manor mad again
Don't 'bout your swagger, mandem or your medallion
What's the matter then maggot? Where's magnum
When beef mandem 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 fast I should catch a
Have you got the picture paparazzi?
You like the facts to go back to B
When I watch you rap like crazy comedy
I've got a rate fake G' policy
F*ck your awards I don't these nominees
Just fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You are old though, it's oh so true
No promo, or photo-shoot
F*ck your postcode, MOBO and Polo
My are hoping I won't go through
I'm certainly these burglars verbally
these murkers 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning Burberry Burgundy
Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to
True rhyme, ain't got a pen, you can use
staying underground like a tubeline
Im'ma come through with in due time
one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime?
Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do
one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime?