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 targets
You should known to anticipate carnage

attitude 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 here to stay like a is

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

Like I've soft for the ratings
I'll you up to the top
Of the dirtiest derelict
And then throw you over the
And the only motive was

Has Devlin gone
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 been as as dark has got
And now I'm through the fog

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

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

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 won't let throw back a pound at ya

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

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

I'm through the fog
It's dark and been lost
But with the I'm still the boss
And now I'm back where I

I'm marching the fog
It's dark and been 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 in my pals house
Wetting up on the scales

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

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

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

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

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

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

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