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
Using my for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that
ain't 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 back

Come to your in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the
Bro bought me a watch for my
And my girlfriend's a boss like I'm
Yeah, I shots for my DJ
And I'm getting guap in my CK's
Big whip I'm parking, that's word to the fob on my key-chain
Nigga, flex on me, can't 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
got scars for days, I'm so tribal
You're not made, you're not Michael
I can and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your face, it'll go
I was on my Saracen on my ridge back (Word)
Cold on the but I did that (Word)
3 with the GiffGaff (Word)
Take a break little nigga, a Kit Kat (Cool)
from the wall like a mix pack
I've got pengtings shaking tic tacs
And I know that I shouldn't be sending but broke shouldn't make diss tracks
You broke niggas should've been
I'm cold little nigga, try it
I think I'm the best, I'm biased
And I for your chest like Payet

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

Man are getting killed by other then coming round here tryna start
Rude boy, we ain't your past
Laughing stock for the year, what a
Sending for MC's be your path
Rude boy, off my name, just graft
Man wanna know what they 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
a wasteman looking for a break-through
I know Kofi, I know
You can't smoke me, I don't you
Man I told 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 tryna get my chips up (Word)
Known for the park my lightie (Mm?)
I was fifteen tryna get my dick (Eurgh)
Young tryna get my dick wet
Had a cold jacket like Dipset
Last night I just rung my accountant, 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 like

But I roll on these
these likkle MC's about greaze
Show likkle MC's about me
I was on my steeze from
Like 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 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 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, fuck
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