Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Rucksack

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

Come to your block in my
Big dot dot for the
Bro bought me a watch for my
And my girlfriend's a boss I'm Decay
Yeah, I shots 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 for days, I'm so tribal
You're not Ghana made, you're not
I can and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap face, it'll go viral
I was on my bike on my ridge back (Word)
Cold on the road but I did (Word)
IPhone 3 with the (Word)
a break little nigga, have a Kit Kat (Cool)
Came the wall like a mix pack
I've got pengtings their tic tacs
And I know that I shouldn't be sending but broke shouldn't make diss tracks
You broke niggas should've quiet
I'm cold little nigga, try it
I think I'm the best, I'm biased
And I shoot for your chest Payet

But I deep on these
Show these MC's about greaze
these likkle MC's about me
I was on my from 2003
Like I deep on these
Put these MC's on freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on
Put MC's on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on
Put MC's on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on
Put these MC's on deep

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

But I roll deep on
Show likkle MC's about greaze
Show these MC's about me
I was on my from 2003
Like I deep on these
Put these MC's on freeze
Yeah, I deep on these
Put these on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll on these
Put these MC's on deep
Yeah, I deep on these
Put these MC's on deep

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