Luyện nghe bài hát Honour Mic

1]
Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for your whole on a hype
Cruising through your in a new Benz
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 on your bike
Do you can, I'll do what I like
Too many on too many hypes
Too many threats when nobody
Not fistfights, too many knives
Too many skets telling too many
Too many, too many, too many
sure that you ain't using your cock
When you man are out here your wife
Make sure that you man are using head
Or you might start losing your mind
Tell the mandem start using head
Or you might start losing it
I forsee shadows, me shallow
Think I'm being parrow, catch me
Four feet narrow, need more
Call the sparrow
Cause I ammo for this old arrow
Your will run from seagulls
Score shots, score shots, crow
Out here posted up scarecrows, woo!
doing this shit for years bro
All my are weirdos
Don't us, hear us
And please let no wasteman near us
Bad vibes the sky
I know full well that I going to jail
Or time, or really putting a body on a nine
And somebody who was lying
About every other on his nine
Cause every body isn't getting bodied, am I lying?
Nah man I rating you really though
I see a snake in your video, what's the
making and taking a video
Just to act like Drake in a
yo chap
Ask anyone, I really don't rap
Ask anyone, yeah I really throw
It's 2016, every rapper is a
And every roadman wanna rap now, though fam?

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for your whole ends on a
Cruising your ends in a new Benz
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your
Do what you can, I'll do I like
Too many begs on too hypes
Too many when nobody dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
Too many skets telling too lies
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,
2]
All rise for Honour Mic
Alright, let's take on a ride
To live is all we want in life
Y-O die, we multiply
Grew up on the
Do or die, young man
Suicide, we like
mice, can't see my
View on but true are blind
Y-O I'm traumatised
Y-O but you buy it
Y-O but you're pouring
Why don't we want more in
I'm dreams, planning schemes
Trynna get my out the streets
For than for the night
As as we alive, get organised
had a court order in my life
You're not a good criminal, if you're for crime
Never caught, I just caught a vibe
Never been caught, I just caught the
Too sick, never nicked
(Never x3)
Never nicked
I'm intelligent
Mic ain't got no on the mic
On a vibe on here in this bitch
All rise for Your Mic
When I'm on the mic, don't think I bark
I gonna bite
Jealousy lies in my eyes
emcees, but they won't ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the be high
Talking ketamine
I'm flying, think I need validation
I'd be lying if I that I'm happy
That I haven't made it, I'm
I the patience
Dead brain cause you see my talent wasted
Best in the game, go against what I say
Fuck a pen and a paper, I'll smash your face in

Fuck the truth, I the zoot
The whole zoot and nothing but the

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might for your whole ends on a hype
Cruising through your ends in a new
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your
Do what you can, I'll do what I
Too many on too many hypes
Too threats when nobody dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
Too skets telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,

"I would've cussed them
But Alhamdulillah, I it halal all the time
Like, a percent, all the time
Like, so obvious bruv, even my nan can see
That you lot are
Simples, it's normal, calm."

3]
Too many and not enough pay cheques
one game with too many faces
Too many man, too many majors
Not soldiers and too many paigons
Too many snakes, too many wastemen
Too many gay men who have got friends
Rappers raped is a pain in the anus
All in the vainful name of entertainment
Fuck who's better, too never made it
Too got berserk turned to an Eddie Vegas
Too lames, too many petty haters
Too many burials and not acres
Sitting there wasting, who said we ain't
I want names, it's 2016 and the ain't changing
No room for the new
Cause just BLEEP, laters

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for whole ends on a hype
Cruising through your ends in a new
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on bike
Do what you can, do what I like
Too begs on too many hypes
Too many when nobody dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
Too many skets telling too many
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,

Outro]
"Yo G, [?]
I just thought I'd out to man
Becuh I don't miss nothing out still
I see a couple little fuckery and dem ting
But nothing but support from my G
And my gang and man
Ya nuh wah I so
Hate when deez likkle man think
They can come up in the game and just think can
Voice opinion about anybody blud
You know I mean, just because they got little
Trap paper on road and all dem dere
Look, I everybody for what they're doing you know
Blud when I saw that likkle yute say a couple tings I was
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
[?]"