Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Rucksack

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with MC's, nah bro, I'm above that
Using my name for a bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that
Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be 'cause the war ting, I love that
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the truck back

to your block in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the
Bro me a watch for my B-day
And my girlfriend's a boss I'm Decay
Yeah, I lick for my DJ
And I'm still getting guap in my
Big whip I'm underground parking, word to the fob on my key-chain
Nigga, can't flex on me, flex on me
Rude boy thing, all the on me
See Big Mike on the IV site, now the pengtings do the sex on me
I've got scars for days, I'm so
not Ghana made, you're not Michael
I can spar and spray with my
Look, if I your face, it'll go viral
I was on my Saracen bike on my ridge (Word)
Cold on the road but I did (Word)
IPhone 3 with the (Word)
Take a little nigga, have a Kit Kat (Cool)
Came from the like a mix pack
got pengtings shaking their tic tacs
And I know I shouldn't be sending but broke niggas shouldn't make diss tracks
You niggas should've been quiet
I'm little nigga, don't try it
Yeah I I'm the best, I'm biased
And I shoot for your like Payet

But I roll on these
Show these likkle about greaze
Show likkle MC's about me
I was on my steeze from
Like I roll on these
Put these MC's on deep
Yeah, I deep on these
Put MC's on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on
Put these on deep freeze
Yeah, I deep on these
Put these MC's on freeze

Man are getting killed by other MC's then coming here tryna start
boy, we ain't forgotten your past
Laughing for the year, what a laugh
Sending for MC's be your path
Rude boy, off my name, just graft
Man know what they paid for the part
Know I'm comfy, shout out Noel Clarke
Bro too thirsty, I don't blame you
I get merky, I get too
You're not certi', I hate you
a wasteman looking for a break-through
I know Kofi, I know
You can't me, I don't rate you
Man I told these niggas that it's album time and it'll probably go on my debut
I was on a BMX bike with the nuts (Word)
Out here tryna get my up (Word)
Known for the park with my (Mm?)
I was fifteen tryna get my sucked (Eurgh)
nigga tryna get my dick wet
Had a pink jacket like Dipset
Last night I just rung my accountant, talk to me brother, am I rich yet?
Like, talk to me brother, can I buy
Big yard for my nephew
Can't get this from a stylist
Then I blow on the like ISIS

But I roll deep on
Show these likkle MC's greaze
Show these likkle MC's me
I was on my steeze from
I roll deep on these
Put these on deep freeze
Yeah, I deep on these
Put these MC's on freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on
Put these MC's on deep
Yeah, I roll on these
Put these MC's on freeze

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's, na bro, I'm that
Using my for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that
Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the truck back