Luyện nghe bài hát Honour Mic

1]
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 a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, do what I like
Too many on too many hypes
Too threats when nobody dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
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 you man are using your head
Or you might just start losing your
Tell the start using your head
Or you just start losing it
I forsee shadows, me shallow
Think I'm being parrow, catch me
Four narrow, need more crow
Call the green
Cause I ammo for this old arrow
Your seagulls will run from
Score shots, score shots, yeah
Out here up like scarecrows, woo!
doing this shit for years bro
All my are weirdos
fear us, hear us
And please don't let no near us
Bad polluting the sky
I know full well that I going to jail
Or doing time, or really putting a body on a
And somebody who was lying
About every other body on his
Cause every body isn't getting bodied, am I lying?
Nah man I rating you really though
I see a in your video, what's the point
You're making and a video
Just to act Drake in a video
Silly yo
Ask anyone, yeah I don't rap
Ask anyone, yeah I throw hands
It's 2016, every is a roadman
And every roadman wanna rap now, though fam?

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 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 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 Your Mic
Alright, let's them on a ride
To live lavish is all we in life
Y-O die, we multiply
up on the countryside
Do or die, man dies
Suicide, we breed
mice, can't see my
View on life but are blind
Y-O I'm traumatised
Y-O but you buy it
Y-O but you're white
Why don't we want in life
I'm dreams, planning schemes
get my family out the streets
For than for the night
As long as we alive, get
Never had a court order in my
You're not a good criminal, if you're famous for
been caught, I just caught a vibe
Never been caught, I just the virus
Too sick, never nicked
(Never x3)
Never nicked
I'm intelligent
Mic ain't got no on the mic
On a terrorist on here in this bitch
All rise for Honour Mic
When I'm on the mic, don't cause I bark
I ain't bite
Jealousy lies in my eyes
Everybody emcees, but they ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the be high
Talking high
I'm flying, think I need co-pilot's
I'd be lying if I said I'm happy
That I made it, I'm waiting
I have the
Dead brain cause you can't see my talent
Best in the game, go against what I say
Fuck a pen and a paper, just smash your face in

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

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

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

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

Mic got no friends 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, do what I like
Too begs on too many hypes
Too many threats when 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,

[Spoken
"Yo G, [?]
I just thought I'd out to man
Becuh I don't miss out here still
I see a couple little and dem ting dere
But nothing but from southside my G
And my and everyting man
Ya nuh wah I so
Hate when deez frackles man think
They can come up in the game and just think can
Voice their about anybody blud
You what I mean, just because they got little
Trap paper on road and all dem ting
Look, I rate everybody for what they're doing you
Blud when I saw that likkle yute say a couple tings I was
nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
[?]"