Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

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

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

I immigrating, I'm lieing
And and debating
Just what I'm going to be
I ain't faking, so be mistaken

I've gone soft for the ratings
I'll you up to the top
Of the dirtiest block
And throw you over the railings
And the only was hatred

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

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

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

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

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

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

Has Devlin soft
Does Devlin think bad
Nah, he he's at the top
All your 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 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
It's dark and I've lost
But with the bars I'm still the
Keep on through the fog

Devlin, I'm back and I'm harder nails
I was in a place, so foul
With my mates in my house
Wetting up on the scales

But now I shoot from the mouth
marching them in or keep marching them out
I'll barge you around 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 I'm titanic
In-fact make your panic
a madman acting erratic
With bombs in the basement and straps in the

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

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

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