Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

I'll still get the in, Devlin, I'm marchin'
Like a soldier in Iraq is
Now me eliminate targets
You should have to anticipate carnage

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

I immigrating, I'm lieing
And waiting and
what I'm going 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 derelict block
And then throw you over the
And the motive was hatred

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

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

Tarantula, all over the beat
Gargantuan and get under my
I'll stamp on ya, I won't on ya
The like a letter
And I just my stamp honor

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

Till this day been around here
If I was plotting then I weren't 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 one thing I'm not it's fucking rectangular

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

But the drama don't
So alarms are off
with the bars I'm still a lot
I've been as as dark has got
And now I'm marching the fog

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

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

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

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

I'm harder then granite large I'm
make your faculty panic
Like a madman 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
Does think he's bad
Nah, he he's at the top
All bullshit makes me mad
But the drama don't

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

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