Luyện nghe bài hát Mike Lowery

London.

London.

Yes, London! You know: fish, chips cup o' tea, bad food, weather, Mary fucking Poppins, London.

Kid

Too many wannabe badboys like they're so rowdy
Look a badboy straight in the face, tell him I'm a badboy f-ck Mike Lowery
I don't take disrespect neither do the guys that are standing me
I do it how they didn't wanna do it now they wanna try an do it but I'm them 'low me
When I shut one eye and aim, I hit the
Ben Cook now sitting at home now tryna out how he f-cked up his artist
If the was a tray full of ice cubes then I'll be the coldest and the hardest
The MC that dissed me, blood on the ceiling, blood on the carpet
See I've got more heart than Tony Hawk but I'm riding I ain't ramping
I'm ready for all out war them man are on the floor camping
said it professional, Skepta forget the mad ting
I just say Candyman five times in the but nothing ain't happening
When I say that I stick it in the pussy'ole, cuz it no sexual innuendo
I producing since Mario came on the Super Nintendo
So if a man wants to violate me I will make this at the fastest tempo
Kill another MC then go Spain and change my name to

What happened to
He got shot in the face Lincoln. I would have that was obvious.
What'd you do that for? You mistake him for a What do you want me to do about it?
it out.
I'm not a f-cking doctor.
But you are a bad boy yardie and bad boy are supposed to know how to get rid of bodies.
I the bodies. I don't erase the bodies.

There ain't no clowns round here when I find one go to the
F-ck a suspended sentence, I'll re-offend if I get nervous
I say I mean, mean what I say so when I say it I'm saying it on purpose
I tell a man that to rob me don't bother coming if you ain't got burners
I gave up smoking and then I got stressed out told KJ get the in
Lying in bed thoughts in my head, staring at the ceiling
100 nightmares in my brain clearly stop me sleeping
1000 diamonds in my chain and its hurting a lot of feelings
You wanna know why they call me Guy Fawkes in the club look at my table
Now they wanna know what Skepta's they wish they knew my appraisal
Black fibre on the roof of the white Audi I'm so interracial
I with a little bit of foreplay, have sex then finish off with a facial
it comes to the bedroom ladies better know I'm so X-rated
I met her on made love on the same day 'cause I ain't Craig David
Big high grade spliff, Courvoursier I'm so wasted
I can't drive like this but it's okay because Jamie's driving a
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