Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

I'll still get the 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
got bars harder then 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 going to be
I faking, so don't 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 only was hatred

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

But the drama 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

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

And if ain't served
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 murkiest man handler

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

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

Has gone soft
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 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 the bars I'm still the boss
And now I'm back where I

I'm marching the fog
dark and I've 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 papers on the

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 ready for the regime stay down
I'm going for the whole UK now

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

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

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

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

I'm through the fog
It's dark and I've been
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