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, 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 mothers 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 on E-I-D, twist CID like Levi Jeans
D-I-E like BNP, EDL BFGs
Youths don't want no
want 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 this ting A.D.D
Your CD I PG
Like KKKs AKs my AKA is AA
you off the road ASAP
DDT JLS MCs
What you saw basically...
Is how to murder the

Cos I'm in the booth
Rappers wanna chat about the strap they stashed in the of the boot
But I chat to the youths, abstract or
My are stacked to the roof
I the truth, pour it on tracks with my views
Then I sell it out the back of the
I'm you're negative, you're whack and confused
I'm back and the fact is your Dad's in the
Ain't a chap that you rappers can with
Every chat that I spat is
Any that I smash I'm attacking it
Heard you rap fam, your are inadequate
Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm it
You follow fashion, with rap I'm
starts 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, pity the silly that try
From Bricky to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm
Get if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the vibe
Get Jiggy like Willy spitting the wittiest
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent
And I victimise an a million times
Hey hey we ray-rays will spray
Take off the road like AA
So waste brays, vacate and space
You fakes, ain't straight you stay fake
Chase papes, you chase like 'babes wait'
On a lay-lay you date rape to face
In the same place we maintain and changed
We make tapes that rake papes like Kay
Don't dismiss or diss this, we live
From to Ipswich
For instance the dick's got your sister
Oh look! Big came for a quick fix
You're limper Bizkit, you nitwits
A monster, a beast when I stomp on the
If the nonsense you is not gonna cease
I'm conscious but unconscious 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 what you did or what you didn't do
Little 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 told you a times
I'm a fountain of acid you're
You are out of time
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 sly vets
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
Couldn't give a f*ck for creps and your chain
You on the mic like a sket giving brain
I'm mental, deranged, temples and frames
My pencil end you like petrol and flames
Burns syphilis, you nerds are privileged
When I die you can say you heard the sickest spit
My verse is limitless, the earth is quick
Pure words of wickedness that I the rhythm with
Heard you were good, it's a that you're not
Don't care about your chain or the that you got
my name on your brain cos I came for your spot
What making is pop, they say it's a lot
You're bro with your cat flow, but your whack though
Put your cap low, go back home
monster is stronger than Castro's backbone
I attack little fat bowcats so
Don't ever get arrogant, start panicking
Phone your management,
Man are in the getting' mad again
Don't care 'bout your swagger, or your medallion
the matter then maggot? Where's your magnum
When there's beef are missing like Madeline
I been badder than you and bag of men
happening when I kill 'em with a pad and pen
Ain't got the bars in 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 to back B
When I watch you rap like crazy comedy
I've got a 'don't fake G' policy
F*ck your I don't rate these nominees
little 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 opponents are hoping I go through
I'm certainly these burglars verbally
Murking these 'til mercenaries murder me
Burst in and turning your Burgundy
to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey
True rhyme, got a pen, you can use mine
staying underground like a tubeline
Im'ma through with shine in due time
Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do
one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime?
Which one of you said I can't do grime?