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 watch me eliminate
You have known to anticipate carnage

Your sticks 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 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 gone soft for the
I'll you up to the top
Of the dirtiest block
And throw you over the railings
And the only motive was

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

But the don't 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 through the fog

Tarantula, creep all the beat
Gargantuan and get under my
I'll stamp on ya, I ramp on ya
The games like a
And I took my stamp honor

And if dinner ain't
Then back 9 stella's and stamp on her
And sip on a can while I'm her
I'm pinning her down as I strangle her
I'm the murkiest white man

this very day been around here
If I was plotting then I like the sound of ya
You get naughty I get a bit
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 he's bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All bullshit makes me mad

But the drama don't
So are ringing off
with the bars I'm still a lot
I've been as dark as 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 where I belong

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

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

I'm harder granite large I'm titanic
In-fact your faculty panic
a madman acting erratic
With bombs in the basement and in the attic

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

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

So are ringing off
'Cause with the 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 been lost
But with the I'm still the boss
And now I'm back where I

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