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, get up in the game, yeah 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 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 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 Mike on the IV site, now the pengtings do the sex on me
got scars for days, I'm so tribal
You're not Ghana made, not Michael
I can spar and spray my idols
Look, if I your face, it'll go viral
I was on my bike on my ridge back (Word)
Cold on the road but I did (Word)
3 with the GiffGaff (Word)
Take a break nigga, have a Kit Kat (Cool)
Came from the wall a mix pack
I've got pengtings shaking tic tacs
And I know that I shouldn't be sending but broke niggas shouldn't make tracks
You niggas should've been quiet
I'm cold little nigga, try it
Yeah I think I'm the best, I'm
And I shoot for chest like Payet

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

Man are getting killed by other MC's then coming round here start
Rude boy, we ain't forgotten past
Laughing stock for the year, what a
Sending for can't be your path
boy, come off my name, just graft
Man know what they paid for the part
Know that I'm comfy, out Noel Clarke
Bro you're too thirsty, I don't you
I get merky, I get too
You're not certi', I hate 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 album time and probably go gold on my debut
I was on a BMX bike with the trick (Word)
Out here tryna get my up (Word)
Known for the park with my (Mm?)
I was fifteen get my dick sucked (Eurgh)
Young tryna get my dick wet
Had a pink jacket 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 style from a stylist
Then I blow on the riddim ISIS

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

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's, na bro, I'm above
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 'cause the war ting, I that
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi get the four-door truck back