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 have to anticipate carnage

Your attitude like an arm pit
I've got bars 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 immigrating, I'm lieing
And and debating
what I'm going 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 throw you over the
And the only motive was

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

But the don't stop
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

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 took my stamp honor

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

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

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

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

But the don't 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 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 back where I

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

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

But now I shoot bars from the
Keep marching them in or marching them out
I'll barge you like 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 then granite large I'm
In-fact make your panic
Like a madman erratic
With bombs in the and straps in the attic

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

Has Devlin soft
Does Devlin 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 as dark has got
And now I'm marching 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 back where I

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