Luyện nghe bài hát Honour Mic

1]
Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I send for your whole ends on a hype
through your ends in a new Benz
And I you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, do what I like
Too many on too many hypes
Too many when nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too knives
Too many telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Make that you ain't using your cock
you man are out here choosing your wife
Make that you man are using your head
Or you might just start losing your
Tell the start using your head
Or you might just start it
I shadows, call me shallow
Think I'm being parrow, me falling
Four feet narrow, need more
the green sparrow
Cause I need ammo for old arrow
seagulls will run from seagulls
Score shots, shots, yeah crow
Out here up like scarecrows, woo!
Been this shit for years bro
All my heroes are
Don't fear us, us
And please let no wasteman near us
Bad vibes the sky
I full well that I ain't going to jail
Or doing time, or putting a body on a nine
And killing somebody who was
About every other body on his
Cause other body isn't getting bodied, am I lying?
Nah man I ain't rating you really
I see a snake in your video, what's the
You're and taking a video
to act like Drake in a video
Silly yo
Ask anyone, I really don't rap
Ask anyone, yeah I throw hands
It's 2016, every rapper is a
And every roadman wanna rap now, really fam?

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for your ends on a hype
Cruising through ends in a new Benz
And I caught you move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, do what I like
Too begs on too many hypes
Too many threats when dies
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too skets telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,
2]
All rise for Your Mic
Alright, take them on a ride
To lavish is all we want in life
Y-O die, we multiply
up on the countryside
Do or die, man dies
Suicide, we breed
mice, can't see my
View on life but true are
Y-O till I'm
Y-O but you buy it
Y-O but you're pouring
Why don't we more in life
I'm dreams, planning schemes
get my family out the streets
For than for the night
As long as we alive, get
had a court order in my life
You're not a criminal, if you're famous for crime
Never been caught, I just a vibe
Never been caught, I just caught the
Too sick, never nicked
(Never x3)
Never been
I'm prick
Mic ain't got no on the mic
On a terrorist vibe on in this bitch
All rise for Honour Mic
When I'm on the mic, think cause I bark
I ain't bite
Jealousy lies in my enemy's
Everybody emcees, but they ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the levels be
ketamine high
I'm flying, think I co-pilot's validation
I'd be lying if I said that I'm
That I haven't made it, I'm
I the patience
Dead brain you can't see my talent wasted
Best in the game, go against what I say
Fuck a pen and a paper, I'll just your face in

Fuck the truth, I want the
The whole zoot and but the zoot

Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I might send for your whole ends on a
Cruising your ends in a new Benz
And I you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, I'll do I like
Too many on too many hypes
Too many threats nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too skets telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,

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

3]
Too many players and not pay cheques
Only one with too many faces
Too man, too many many majors
Not enough soldiers and too paigons
Too snakes, too many many wastemen
Too many gay men who have got straight
getting raped is a pain in the anus
All this in the vainful name of
Fuck who's better, too many made it
Too many got berserk to an Eddie Vegas
Too lames, too many petty haters
Too many and not enough acres
Sitting there wasting, who we ain't shit
I want names, it's 2016 and the game ain't
No room for the new
they just BLEEP, laters

Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I might send for your whole ends on a
Cruising through your ends in a new
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 on your bike
Do what you can, I'll do I like
Too begs on too many hypes
Too many threats when dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
Too skets telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,

Outro]
"Yo G, [?]
I just I'd reach out to man
Becuh I don't nothing out here still
I see a couple little and dem ting dere
But nothing but support from my G
And my gang and man
Ya nuh wah I so
when deez likkle frackles man think
They can come up in the game and think they can
Voice their 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
when I saw that likkle yute say a couple little tings I was
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
[?]"