Luyện nghe bài hát High Street

[Intro: Blood
Racing down Ilford Lane going
Thinking should I try to fake a fall
You seem to that you're all alone
And nothing ever change it all
Think about the that you said

1: Skepta]
Yeah, on my estate
Cassette chewed up my cassette tape
Blisters the control pad
Cause I was on the Mega Drive more

Skepta]
If you're feeling me put your Pinot Grigio
This ones for my G's in the North side (Racing down Lane going home)
All my G's on the side
This one for my G's in the West side (Thinking should I try to fake a fall)
My G's on the side

[Verse 2:
The late king Michael Jackson doing the on the telly
And I was "who's bad?"
Sitting there smoking, MD 20/20
I was the man
Mum's upset I haven't given her a penny
But I got a 20 bag
Mum stress, you know I told you already
do it for you and dad
So I was out on the
On the 279, trying to show my songs to the
by the streets
Fell in love with the beats, I had time for a girl
I never really about a hair cut
I was in the doing the 2-step
Wishing it was me on the
Wanted to do it for the love, it took
and discipline
Couldn't wait to get the whole world
I remember I first went radio
I couldn't believe it was in the
Your mixing and kicks in
Smoking to calm my nerves and me down
It feels like I'm in a crystal
Somebody give crystal and get me out
In 1 mile I've seen 2
Blue tape, blue
mom struggling with the push chair?
She had a bad mouth but she had hair
Stole a in the shop getting looked at
Barbershop, getting pushed back
Guys looking at me like wanna fight me
Just day on the high street
Yeah, and now I'm on the estate
My CD skipping when I press play
Four memory cards of music
Cause I was on the more time