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 your in a new Benz
And I caught you trynna a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, I'll do I like
Too many begs on too many
Too many threats when nobody
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too many skets telling too lies
Too many, too many, too many
Make sure that you ain't using cock
When you man are out here your wife
Make that you man are using your head
Or you just start losing your mind
Tell the mandem start using your
Or you might start losing it
I forsee shadows, call me
I'm being parrow, catch me falling
Four feet narrow, need crow
Call the green
Cause I ammo for this old arrow
Your seagulls will run from
Score shots, score shots, crow
Out here up like scarecrows, woo!
Been this shit for years bro
All my heroes are
Don't fear us, us
And don't let no wasteman near us
Bad polluting the sky
I know full 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
every other body isn't getting bodied, am I lying?
Nah man I ain't rating you though
I see a snake in video, what's the point
making and taking a video
Just to act like Drake in a
yo chap
Ask anyone, yeah I really rap
Ask anyone, I really throw hands
2016, every rapper is a roadman
And every roadman wanna rap now, though fam?

Mic ain't got no on the mic
Me I might send for your 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 begs on too many hypes
Too many threats nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too many 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 them on a ride
To live is all we want in life
Y-O die, we multiply
up on the countryside
Do or die, young man
Suicide, we breed
Sewer mice, see my
on life but true are blind
Y-O I'm traumatised
Y-O but you buy it
Y-O but you're pouring
Why don't we want in life
I'm dreams, planning schemes
Trynna get my out the streets
For than for the night
As long as we alive, get
Never had a court in my life
You're not a criminal, if you're famous for crime
Never been caught, I just caught a
Never been caught, I caught the virus
Too sick, never nicked
(Never x3)
been nicked
I'm prick
Mic got no friends on the mic
On a terrorist on here in this bitch
All for Your Honour Mic
I'm on the mic, don't think cause I bark
I ain't gonna
Jealousy lies in my enemy's
emcees, but they won't ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the be high
Talking ketamine
I'm flying, I need co-pilot's validation
I'd be lying if I said I'm happy
That I haven't it, I'm waiting
I have the
Dead cause you can't see my talent wasted
Best in the game, anybody go against 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 got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for whole ends on a hype
through your 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 threats when nobody dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
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 it halal all the time
Like, a hundred percent, all the
Like, it's so obvious bruv, my nan can see
That you lot are
Simples, normal, it's calm."

3]
Too many players and not pay cheques
one game with too many faces
Too many man, too many majors
Not soldiers and too many paigons
Too snakes, too many many wastemen
Too many gay men who got straight friends
Rappers getting raped is a pain in the
All this in the vainful name of
Fuck who's better, too many never it
Too got berserk turned to an Eddie Vegas
Too lames, too many petty haters
Too many burials and not enough
there wasting, who said we ain't shit
I want names, it's 2016 and the game changing
No room for the new
Cause they BLEEP, laters

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 you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, I'll do I like
Too many begs on too many
Too many threats when nobody
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,

Outro]
"Yo G, [?]
I thought I'd reach out to man
Becuh I miss nothing out here still
I see a couple fuckery and dem ting dere
But but support from southside 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 think they can
Voice their opinion about blud
You know what I mean, just because they got
Trap paper on road and all dem dere
Look, I rate for what they're doing you know
Blud when I saw that likkle say a couple little tings I was
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
[?]"