Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

I'll get the bars in, Devlin, I'm marchin'
Like a soldier serving in is
Now watch me targets
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 faking, so don't be mistaken

Like gone soft for the ratings
take you up to the top
Of the derelict block
And throw you over the railings
And the only motive was

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

But the don't stop
So are ringing off
'Cause the bars I'm still a lot
I've as dark as dark 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 just took my stamp

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

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

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

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

But the don't stop
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 still the
And now I'm back where I

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

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

But now I shoot bars the mouth
Keep marching them in or keep marching out
I'll barge you like a bully in a playground
If you ain't ready for the stay down
I'm hard for the whole UK now

I'm harder granite large I'm titanic
In-fact make faculty panic
Like a madman acting
With bombs in the basement and straps in the

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

Has gone soft
Does Devlin he's 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 as dark has got
And now I'm marching the fog

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

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