Luyện nghe bài hát Honour Mic

1]
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 you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do you can, I'll do what I like
Too many begs on too hypes
Too threats when nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too knives
Too many skets telling too lies
Too many, too many, too many
Make sure that you ain't your cock
When you man are out here choosing wife
sure that you man are using your head
Or you just start losing your mind
Tell the mandem start your head
Or you might just start it
I forsee shadows, me shallow
I'm being parrow, catch 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 posted up like scarecrows, woo!
Been doing this shit for bro
All my heroes are
fear us, hear us
And please don't let no wasteman us
Bad vibes the sky
I know full well that I ain't to jail
Or doing time, or really putting a on a nine
And killing who was lying
About other body on his nine
every other body isn't getting bodied, am I lying?
Nah man I ain't you really though
I see a in your video, what's the point
You're making and taking a
Just to act like in a video
Silly yo
Ask anyone, yeah I don't rap
Ask anyone, I really throw hands
It's 2016, every is a roadman
And every roadman wanna rap now, though fam?

Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I might send for whole ends on a hype
Cruising through your ends in a new
And I caught you move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do you can, I'll do what I like
Too many on too many hypes
Too threats when nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too skets telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many,
2]
All rise for Your Mic
Alright, let's take on a ride
To live lavish is all we want in
Y-O die, we multiply
up on the countryside
Do or die, man dies
Suicide, we like
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 pouring white
Why we want more in life
I'm dreams, planning schemes
Trynna get my out the streets
For more than for the
As as we alive, get organised
Never had a order in my life
You're not a good criminal, if you're famous for
Never been caught, I caught a vibe
Never been caught, I just the virus
Too sick, been nicked
(Never x3)
been nicked
I'm prick
Mic got no friends on the mic
On a terrorist on here in this bitch
All rise for Your Mic
When I'm on the mic, think cause I bark
I ain't bite
Jealousy lies in my enemy's
Everybody emcees, but won't ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the levels be
Talking high
I'm flying, think I need co-pilot's
I'd be lying if I that I'm happy
That I made it, I'm waiting
I the patience
brain cause you can't see my talent wasted
Best in the game, anybody go what I say
Fuck a pen and a paper, I'll just smash your in

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

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

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

3]
Too players and not enough pay cheques
Only one game too many faces
Too many man, too many majors
Not enough soldiers and too many
Too many snakes, too many wastemen
Too many gay men who have got straight
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 many lames, too petty haters
Too many burials and not acres
Sitting there wasting, who said we shit
I want names, 2016 and the game ain't changing
No room for the new
Cause they BLEEP, laters

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

[Spoken
"Yo G, [?]
I thought I'd reach out to man
Becuh I don't miss out here still
I see a couple little fuckery and dem dere
But nothing but support from my G
And my and everyting man
Ya nuh wah I so
Hate deez likkle frackles man think
They can come up in the game and just they can
Voice opinion about anybody blud
You know what I mean, because they got little
paper on road and all dem ting 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
[?]"