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, right nigga, fuck that
Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled the war ting, I love that
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck

Come to block in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the
Bro me a watch for my B-day
And my a boss like I'm Decay
Yeah, I shots for my DJ
And I'm still getting guap in my
Big whip I'm underground parking, that's 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 on the IV site, now the pengtings wanna do the sex on me
I've got for days, I'm so tribal
You're not made, you're not Michael
I can and spray with my idols
Look, if I your face, it'll go viral
I was on my Saracen bike on my back (Word)
on the road but I did that (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 shaking their tic tacs
And I know that I be sending but broke niggas shouldn't make diss tracks
You broke niggas should've quiet
I'm cold nigga, don't try it
Yeah I I'm the best, I'm biased
And I shoot for your like Payet

But I roll deep on
Show these likkle MC's about
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 these MC's on freeze
Yeah, I roll on these
Put these on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on
Put these MC's on deep

Man are killed by other MC's then coming round here tryna start
Rude boy, we ain't forgotten your
Laughing stock for the year, what a
Sending for can't be your path
Rude boy, come off my name, just
Man wanna know what paid for the part
Know that I'm comfy, shout out 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 looking for a break-through
I know Kofi, I Kweiku
You can't smoke me, I don't you
Man I told these niggas that it's album time and it'll go gold on my debut
I was on a BMX with the trick nuts (Word)
Out here get my chips up (Word)
for the park with my lightie (Mm?)
I was fifteen get my dick sucked (Eurgh)
Young nigga tryna get my wet
Had a cold pink like Dipset
Last 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 like ISIS

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

I don't wanna be on Lord of the 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, yeah right nigga, that
Stormz' grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck