Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

I'll get the bars in, Devlin, I'm marchin'
Like a serving in Iraq is
Now watch me eliminate
You should known to anticipate carnage

attitude sticks like an arm pit
I've got harder then Arnolds arm is
And no man has red at me yet
So I'd say I'm here to stay like a is

I ain't immigrating, I'm
And waiting and
Just what I'm to be taking
I ain't faking, so be mistaken

I've gone soft for the ratings
I'll you up to the top
Of the dirtiest block
And then throw you the railings
And the only motive was

Has Devlin gone
Does Devlin he's bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All bullshit makes me mad

But the drama stop
So are ringing off
with the bars I'm still a lot
I've as dark as dark has got
And now I'm through the fog

Tarantula, creep all the beat
Gargantuan and get my feet
I'll stamp on ya, I won't on ya
The like a letter
And I took my stamp honor

And if dinner ain't
I'll back 9 stella's and stamp on her
And sip on a can I'm drowning her
While I'm pinning her as I strangle her
I'm the murkiest man handler

Till very day been around here
If I was then I weren't like the sound of ya
You get I get a bit rowdier
Still you won't let them throw back a at ya

Don't place me in a box you
If there's one I'm not it's fucking rectangular

Has gone soft
Devlin think he's bad
Nah, he he's at the top
All your makes me mad

But the drama stop
So are ringing off
with the bars I'm still a lot
I've been as as dark has got
And now I'm through the fog

I'm marching the fog
dark and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm still the
And now I'm where I belong

I'm marching the fog
It's dark and been lost
But with the I'm still the boss
Keep on through the fog

Devlin, I'm back and I'm harder nails
I was raised in a place, so
With my mates in my house
Wetting up papers on the

But now I shoot bars from the
Keep marching them in or marching them out
I'll you around like a bully in a playground
If you ain't for the regime stay down
I'm going hard for the UK now

I'm harder then granite I'm titanic
In-fact your faculty panic
Like a acting erratic
With bombs in the and straps in the attic

A would have to be tragic
the coppers, when he met Harry Roberts
Let him it

Has gone soft
Devlin think he's bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All bullshit makes me mad
But the drama don't

So alarms are off
'Cause with the I'm still a lot
I've as dark as dark has got
And now I'm through the fog

I'm marching the fog
dark and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm still the
And now I'm where I belong

I'm through the fog
dark and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm still the
Keep on through the fog