Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

I'll still get the bars in, Devlin, I'm
Like a soldier serving in is
Now watch me eliminate
You should have known to anticipate

attitude sticks like an arm pit
I've got bars harder 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 and debating
Just what I'm to be taking
I ain't faking, so be mistaken

Like gone soft for the ratings
take you up to the top
Of the dirtiest block
And then you over the railings
And the only was hatred

Has gone soft
Does Devlin think bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All your bullshit me mad

But the don't stop
So alarms are off
'Cause the bars I'm still a lot
I've been as 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 ramp on ya
The games a letter
And I just took my honor

And if dinner ain't
Then I'll back 9 stella's and on her
And sip on a can while I'm her
While I'm her down as I strangle her
I'm the white man handler

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

place me in a box you cocks
If there's one thing I'm not fucking rectangular

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

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

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

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

Devlin, I'm back and I'm then nails
I was in a place, so foul
With my mates in my pals
Wetting up on the scales

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

I'm then granite large I'm titanic
make your faculty panic
Like a madman acting
With in the basement and straps in the attic

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

Has Devlin gone
Devlin think he's bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All your makes me mad
But the drama stop

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

I'm through the fog
dark and I've been lost
But with the I'm still the boss
And now I'm back I belong

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