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 dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck
Stormz' grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that
Call the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back

Come to your 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 guap in my CK's
Big I'm underground parking, that's word to the fob on my key-chain
Nigga, can't flex on me, flex on me
boy thing, all the cheques on me
See Big Mike on the IV site, now the pengtings do the sex on me
got scars for days, I'm so tribal
You're not made, you're not Michael
I can spar and spray with my
Look, if I slap face, it'll go viral
I was on my Saracen bike on my back (Word)
Cold on the but I did that (Word)
IPhone 3 the GiffGaff (Word)
a break little nigga, have a Kit Kat (Cool)
Came from the like a mix pack
got pengtings shaking their tic tacs
And I know that I shouldn't be but broke niggas shouldn't make diss tracks
You broke should've been quiet
I'm cold little nigga, try it
Yeah I I'm the best, I'm biased
And I shoot for your chest Payet

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

Man are getting killed by other then coming round here tryna start
Rude boy, we ain't forgotten past
Laughing stock for the year, a laugh
Sending for MC's be your path
boy, come off my name, just graft
Man wanna know what paid for the part
Know I'm comfy, shout out Noel Clarke
Bro you're too thirsty, I don't you
I get merky, I get too
You're not certi', I can't you
Just a wasteman for a break-through
I know Kofi, I know
You can't smoke me, I don't you
Man I these niggas that it's album time and it'll probably go gold 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 get my dick sucked (Eurgh)
Young nigga tryna get my wet
Had a cold jacket like Dipset
night I just 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 like

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

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's, na 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' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love
this the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back