Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

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

Your attitude sticks 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 like a scar is

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

Like I've soft for the ratings
take you up to the top
Of the dirtiest block
And then throw you over the
And the motive was hatred

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

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

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

And if dinner served
I'll back 9 stella's and stamp on her
And sip on a can while I'm her
While I'm her down as I strangle her
I'm the murkiest white man

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

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

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

But the don't 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 through the fog
It's and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm the boss
And now I'm back where I

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

Devlin, I'm and I'm harder 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 in or keep marching them out
I'll barge you around like a in a playground
If you ready for the regime stay down
I'm going hard for the UK now

I'm then granite large I'm titanic
In-fact make faculty panic
Like a madman acting
With bombs in the basement and in the attic

A confrontation would to be tragic
Like the coppers, he met Harry Roberts
Let him it

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

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

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

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