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 me eliminate targets
You should known to anticipate carnage

Your 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 ain't immigrating, I'm
And and debating
Just what I'm to be taking
I ain't faking, so don't be

Like I've gone for the ratings
I'll you up to the top
Of the derelict block
And then you over the railings
And the only was hatred

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

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

Tarantula, creep all over the
and get under my feet
I'll stamp on ya, I won't on ya
The games like a
And I just took my stamp

And if dinner ain't
Then I'll back 9 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 like the sound of ya
You get naughty I get a bit
Still you let them throw back a pound at ya

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

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

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

I'm marching the fog
It's and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm the boss
And now I'm where I belong

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

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

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

I'm harder granite large I'm titanic
In-fact your faculty panic
a madman acting erratic
With bombs in the basement and in the attic

A confrontation would have to be
Like the coppers, when he met 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 stop

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

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

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