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
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 that
Call this the return of the rucksack, oi get the four-door truck back

Come to your in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the
Bro bought me a 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 whip I'm parking, that's word to the fob on my key-chain
Nigga, can't flex on me, can't on me
Rude boy thing, all the on me
See Big on the IV site, now the pengtings wanna do the sex on me
I've got scars for days, I'm so
You're not Ghana made, not Michael
I can and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your face, it'll go
I was on my bike on my ridge back (Word)
Cold on the but I did that (Word)
IPhone 3 the GiffGaff (Word)
Take a little nigga, have a Kit Kat (Cool)
Came from the 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 should've been quiet
I'm cold nigga, don't try it
Yeah I think I'm the best, I'm
And I shoot for your chest Payet

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

Man are getting killed by other MC's coming round here tryna start
Rude boy, we ain't forgotten past
Laughing stock for the year, a laugh
Sending for MC's can't be your
Rude boy, come off my name, graft
Man wanna know what they paid for the
that I'm comfy, shout out Noel Clarke
Bro you're too thirsty, I blame you
I get merky, I get too
not certi', I can't hate you
Just a looking 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 and it'll 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 with my lightie (Mm?)
I was fifteen tryna get my sucked (Eurgh)
Young tryna get my dick wet
Had a pink jacket like Dipset
Last night I just my accountant, like talk to me brother, am I rich yet?
Like, to me brother, can I buy this?
Big yard for my Elias
Can't get style from a stylist
Then I blow on the riddim ISIS

But I deep on these
these likkle MC's about greaze
Show these likkle about me
I was on my steeze 2003
Like I roll on these
Put these on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on
Put these MC's on deep
Yeah, I roll deep on
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 MC's, na 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 be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that
Call the return of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back