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 through ends in a new Benz
And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your
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 skets telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too many
Make sure you ain't using your cock
When you man are out choosing your wife
Make sure that you man are using your
Or you might start losing your mind
the mandem start using your head
Or you might start losing it
I shadows, call me shallow
Think I'm parrow, catch me falling
Four feet narrow, more crow
Call the green
Cause I need for this old arrow
Your seagulls will run from
Score shots, shots, yeah crow
Out posted up like scarecrows, woo!
Been doing this for years bro
All my heroes are
Don't 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 time, or really putting a body on a nine
And killing who was lying
About every other body on his
Cause every other body isn't getting bodied, am I
Nah man I ain't you really though
I see a in your video, what's the point
making and taking a video
Just to act Drake in a video
yo chap
Ask anyone, I really don't rap
Ask anyone, yeah I really throw
It's 2016, rapper is a roadman
And every roadman wanna rap now, really though

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for whole ends on a hype
Cruising 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 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 times
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,
2]
All for Your Honour Mic
Alright, let's them on a ride
To lavish is all we want in life
Y-O die, we multiply
Grew up on the
Do or die, man dies
Suicide, we like
mice, can't see my
View on life but true are
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
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 criminal, if you're famous for crime
been caught, I just caught a vibe
Never caught, I just caught the virus
Too sick, been nicked
(Never x3)
been nicked
I'm intelligent
Mic got no friends on the mic
On a terrorist vibe on here in this
All for Your Honour Mic
When I'm on the mic, don't think I bark
I gonna bite
Jealousy in my enemy's eyes
emcees, but they won't ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the be high
Talking high
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 the patience
brain cause 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 zoot and nothing but the zoot

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I send for your whole 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 begs on too many
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,

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

3]
Too many players and not pay cheques
Only one game with too many
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 straight
Rappers raped is a pain in the anus
All this in the vainful name of
Fuck better, too many never made it
Too many got berserk to an Eddie Vegas
Too many lames, too many petty
Too many and not enough acres
there wasting, who said we ain't shit
I want names, it's 2016 and the game ain't
No for the new generation
Cause they just BLEEP,

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 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 when dies
Not enough fistfights, too knives
Too many telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many, too times
Too many, too many,

Outro]
"Yo G, [?]
I thought I'd reach out to man
Becuh I don't miss nothing out here
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 think can
their opinion about anybody blud
You know what I mean, just because got little
Trap paper on and all dem ting dere
Look, I rate everybody for they're doing you know
Blud when I saw that likkle yute say a couple little I was
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
[?]"