Luyện nghe bài hát Honour Mic

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

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for your ends on a hype
Cruising your ends in a new Benz
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on bike
Do what you can, I'll do what I
Too many begs on too hypes
Too many threats when dies
Not enough fistfights, too knives
Too many skets too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many,
2]
All rise for Honour Mic
Alright, let's them 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 but true are blind
Y-O I'm traumatised
Y-O but you buy it
Y-O but pouring white
Why don't we want more in
I'm chasing dreams, schemes
get my family out the streets
For more than for the
As as we alive, get organised
Never had a court in my life
not a good criminal, if you're famous for crime
Never caught, I just caught a vibe
Never been caught, I caught the virus
Too sick, never been
(Never x3)
been nicked
I'm intelligent
Mic ain't got no on the mic
On a terrorist vibe on here in bitch
All rise for Your Mic
I'm on the mic, don't think cause I bark
I gonna bite
Jealousy lies in my eyes
Everybody emcees, but they won't be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the levels be
ketamine high
I'm flying, I need co-pilot's validation
I'd be lying if I said that I'm
I haven't made it, I'm waiting
I have the
Dead cause you can't see my talent wasted
Best in the game, anybody go what I say
Fuck a pen and a paper, just smash your face in

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

Mic ain't got no 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 you can, I'll do what I like
Too many on too many hypes
Too many threats nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too many skets telling too many
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many,

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

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

Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I might send for whole ends on a hype
through 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 what I
Too many on too many hypes
Too many threats when dies
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,

Outro]
"Yo G, [?]
I just I'd reach out to man
I don't miss nothing out here 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 frackles man
They can come up in the game and just they can
Voice their about anybody blud
You know what I mean, just because got little
Trap on road and all dem ting dere
Look, I everybody for what they're doing you know
Blud when I saw that yute say a couple little tings I was
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
[?]"