Luyện nghe bài hát High Street

[Intro: Blood
Racing down Lane going home
about should I try to fake a fall
You seem to think that all alone
And nothing ever change it all
Think about the words that you

[Verse 1:
Yeah, on my estate
Cassette player chewed up my tape
Blisters from the pad
Cause I was on the Drive more time

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

[Verse 2:
The late king Michael doing the moonwalk on the telly
And I was "who's bad?"
Sitting there smoking, MD 20/20
I was the man
Mum's because 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 to the world
Inspired by the
Fell in with the beats, I never had time for a girl
I never cared about a hair cut
I was in the club the 2-step
it was me on the decks
Wanted to do it for the love, it took
and discipline
Couldn't wait to get the whole listening
I remember when I first went
I couldn't it was in the kitchen
Your mixing and reality in
Smoking to calm my nerves and settle me
It feels like I'm in a crystal
Somebody give Richard and get me out
In 1 I've seen 2 fights
tape, blue lights
Single mom struggling the push chair?
She had a bad mouth but she had good
Stole a phone in the shop getting at
Barbershop, hairline's pushed back
Guys looking at me like wanna fight me
Just another day on the high
Yeah, and now I'm back on the
My CD keeps when I press play
Four memory cards of music
Cause I was on the PlayStation time