Luyện nghe bài hát Honour Mic

1]
Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I might send for your whole ends on a
through your ends in a new Benz
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your
Do what you can, do what I like
Too many begs on too hypes
Too many threats nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too knives
Too many skets telling too lies
Too many, too many, too times
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
the mandem start using your head
Or you might just start it
I forsee shadows, me shallow
Think I'm being parrow, catch me
feet narrow, need more crow
Call the green
I need ammo for this old arrow
Your seagulls will run seagulls
shots, score shots, yeah crow
Out posted up like scarecrows, woo!
Been doing this for years bro
All my are weirdos
fear us, hear us
And please let no wasteman near us
Bad polluting the sky
I know well that I ain't going to jail
Or doing time, or really putting a body on a
And somebody 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 though
I see a in your video, what's the point
You're making and a video
Just to act like in a video
Silly yo
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, really fam?

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for your ends on a hype
Cruising through your ends in a new
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 on your bike
Do you can, I'll do what I like
Too many begs on too many
Too many threats nobody dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
Too many skets too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,
2]
All rise for Honour Mic
Alright, take them on a ride
To live is all we want in life
Y-O don't die, we
Grew up on the
Do or die, young man
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 you're pouring
Why don't we want in life
I'm chasing dreams, planning
Trynna get my family out the
For more than for the
As as we alive, get organised
Never had a court order in my
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 prick
Mic got no friends on the mic
On a terrorist vibe on here in bitch
All rise for Honour Mic
I'm on the mic, don't think cause I bark
I ain't bite
Jealousy lies in my eyes
Everybody emcees, but won't ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the levels be
Talking ketamine
I'm flying, I need co-pilot's validation
I'd be if I said that I'm happy
I haven't made it, I'm waiting
I have the
Dead brain you can't see my talent wasted
Best in the game, go against what I say
Fuck a pen and a paper, just smash 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 on a hype
Cruising through your in a new Benz
And I caught you move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do you can, I'll do what I like
Too many begs on too hypes
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 times
Too many, too many,

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

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

Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I might send for your whole on a hype
Cruising through your ends in a new
And I caught you trynna a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, do what I like
Too begs on too many hypes
Too threats when nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too many skets telling too 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 miss nothing out still
I see a couple fuckery and dem ting dere
But nothing but support southside my G
And my and everyting man
Ya nuh wah I so
Hate when deez likkle man think
They can come up in the game and just they can
Voice their opinion about blud
You know what I mean, just because they got
Trap paper on and all dem ting dere
Look, I rate everybody for what they're you know
when I saw that likkle yute say a couple little tings I was
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
[?]"