Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Rucksack

I wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit 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 'cause the war ting, I love
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the 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 lick for my DJ
And I'm still getting in my CK's
Big whip I'm underground parking, that's word to the fob on my
Nigga, flex on me, can't 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 and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your face, go viral
I was on my Saracen bike on my back (Word)
Cold on the but I did that (Word)
IPhone 3 with the (Word)
Take a break little nigga, a Kit Kat (Cool)
Came from the wall like a mix
I've got pengtings shaking their tic
And I that I shouldn't be sending but broke niggas 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 chest like Payet

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

Man are getting killed by other MC's then coming round tryna start
Rude boy, we ain't forgotten past
Laughing stock for the year, a laugh
Sending for can't be your path
Rude boy, come off my name, graft
Man know what they paid for the part
Know that I'm comfy, shout out Noel
Bro you're too thirsty, I blame you
I get merky, I get too
You're not certi', I hate you
Just a wasteman for a break-through
I know Kofi, I Kweiku
You can't me, I don't rate 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)
for the park with my lightie (Mm?)
I was tryna get my dick sucked (Eurgh)
Young tryna get my dick wet
Had a cold pink like Dipset
Last night I just rung my accountant, talk to me brother, am I rich yet?
Like, talk to me brother, can I buy
Big yard for my nephew
Can't get this style from a
Then I on the riddim like ISIS

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

I wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's, na bro, I'm above that
Using my name for a 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 that
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck