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
Cruising through ends 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 fistfights, too many knives
Too skets telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
Make sure that you ain't using your
When you man are out here choosing your
Make that you man are using your head
Or you might just start losing your
Tell the start using your 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 sparrow
Cause I ammo for this old arrow
Your seagulls run from seagulls
Score shots, score shots, crow
Out posted up like scarecrows, woo!
Been this shit for years bro
All my heroes are
Don't fear us, us
And please let no wasteman near us
Bad vibes the sky
I full well that I ain't going to jail
Or time, or really putting a body on a nine
And killing somebody who was
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 in your video, what's the point
You're making and a video
Just to act like Drake in a
Silly yo
Ask anyone, I really don't rap
Ask anyone, yeah I throw hands
2016, every rapper is a roadman
And roadman wanna rap now, really though fam?

Mic ain't got no 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 Benz on your
Do what you can, I'll do what I
Too many on too many hypes
Too many threats nobody dies
Not enough fistfights, too many
Too many skets telling too lies
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many, too many
Too many, too many,
2]
All rise for Your Mic
Alright, let's take them on a
To live lavish is all we want in
Y-O die, we multiply
Grew up on the
Do or die, man dies
Suicide, we breed
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 more in life
I'm dreams, planning schemes
Trynna get my out the streets
For more for the night
As as we alive, get organised
Never had a court order in my
You're not a good criminal, if you're for crime
been caught, I just caught a vibe
Never been caught, I just the virus
Too sick, never nicked
(Never x3)
Never nicked
I'm prick
Mic ain't got no on the mic
On a terrorist vibe on here in this
All for Your Honour Mic
I'm on the mic, don't think cause I bark
I ain't bite
Jealousy lies in my enemy's
emcees, but they won't ever be Mic
I'm a lowlife, but the levels be
Talking ketamine
I'm flying, think I co-pilot's validation
I'd be if I said that I'm happy
That I haven't made it, I'm
I have the
Dead brain cause you see my talent wasted
in the game, anybody go against what I say
Fuck a pen and a paper, I'll just smash your in

Fuck the truth, I the zoot
The whole zoot and but the zoot

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might send for your whole ends on a
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 many threats when dies
Not fistfights, too many knives
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 cussed yeah
But Alhamdulillah, I it halal all the time
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 faces
Too man, too many many majors
Not soldiers and too many paigons
Too many snakes, too many wastemen
Too many gay men who have got friends
Rappers getting raped is a in the anus
All this in the vainful of entertainment
Fuck better, too many never made it
Too got berserk turned to an Eddie Vegas
Too many lames, too petty haters
Too many burials and not acres
Sitting there wasting, who said we ain't
I names, it's 2016 and the game ain't changing
No room for the new
Cause they BLEEP, laters

Mic got no friends on the mic
Me I might for your whole ends on a hype
Cruising through your in a new Benz
And I you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike
Do what you can, I'll do what I
Too begs on too many hypes
Too many threats when nobody
Not fistfights, too many knives
Too many telling too many lies
Too many, too many, too times
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 still
I see a couple little 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
can come up in the game and just think they can
Voice their about anybody blud
You know what I mean, just they got little
Trap on road and all dem ting dere
Look, I rate 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
[?]"