Luyện nghe bài hát Rubicon

I peck, I rain on a set
so hard I gained the respect
Respect is mutual, the same I
I give it out without the chain on my neck
Give it out without a thought of a plan
Im from a council block I get though
I waves that are big out of time show
How I do that Im big out of bro
No king will ever go untested, its what he does might get him arrested
How he handles things you requested
How he caters requesting
Anything from anybody you might
Im not a don, but they was off they rocker
Im not a blocker but since I joined twitter get right and Ill yo
Youre are good act of a laugh
And it hurts like a fractured
You can be the don of this town, that or city on the rhythm Ill product of that ya
Go to the hood and product to that ya
Call me a king, thats a to that ya
Aint no thing call that to act ya
all my business into that, to that, to that
I walk in like who disagrees, Im my POG for anybody on the
Stay all free cause I was popping a dream
Now its reality in a weave
You do grind but stop I breathe

Go to the gym and like rocky when I leave
Man feels stocky when I
Dont feel sloppy on a beat predictor
Im in and I mean one for Im on east
I could take one e one toss see the south with me a bit but east more
If a mans chatting on twitter the beefs unsure ignore that if you wanna elevate
Cause we all know god loves a tryer I didnt get here night, I wont lie
I spent so many years through fire fire
You will get tired, didnt get far because you still
All your died, all your fans lied
And me Im an MC inside the right
I do it for real, thats why Im firing
I could bring a monkey and a in
who I am I wear my own gums and I do my own ironing
Im just spraying bars like I aint got a
Got one fresh ting, but I got a wife
Feel danger blud I trence while I hype
They flickering out and say the flame not as
Game isnt the aim isnt right I roll like a comet, I came on a fly
You aint having it, Im the on the mic
So I dont go blame on the mic
Dont touch you burn your hand on the stove
Im not a lab rex I say that Im standing in grove
I can handle my role even though I know I aint no abroad
My hand grows cold, thats right for it, Im for it
can, Im ready to sray ann I believe in myself, Im ready to spray anger
Take twenty of the and I will put twenty to the test.
And I all twenty in a mess, pick twenty on the rest
Doing it again thats forty, not just twenty of the
Im stepping on stones, no bad bones in my
But I got a star stepping on clones, dont forfeit
Reap out the zones cant me spit and get out your phones.
By 5 you should be alive bees buzz around me a lot, I should be a hive
You hove me a lot, you can see a vibe.
If I around you a lot I can see a style
Shit MCs, I can see a pile, but its they learn now than trying in a while
No time like the present Im present and aint felt this alive in a while
So have a laugh, stink, have a bath. like rose, then have a blast
I snowman ice thrown on me frost bite merk or man, I never launch
Cause I dont think that my production act that
But dont that I cant open the logic page and make one
That aint stinking rhythm that I know another blud
Run up in a place like what them liku dibby mic stars man who are man already got them
Too many pulling out the pen, I stop them.
Take pics I dont and I crop them
Too pure in a game so if I come another artist, I cant knock them
If I see a kid who dont know jack

Tell him put down the knife and I then, pack them on
I only work for legs and arms, I said I been a bit lucky like
Them man are they aint ever had arms
have had crumbs but never had a heart
Never had a finish, never had a start but I aint come like what the rush
None of these spitters aint in my I was making noise ever since I swing
Let me put it on now, let me see what I
Fight cool like the colour same colour as the drink I drink
Dont wait for the day I sink cause more than Im out of sink
are hanging on aint heard new stuff
I know you work, Im out of blinks,
Phone chick chilling on the reck just like the yellow M on the Mark V sign
Nigga might be late but then its black time
Might be hated but I catch his
Yeah, I know a young belly, you will come the belly
And take the whole like thats his time
See me in a carnival, means hype
Got tess passing more and revise
And I despise of any of them guys
Who wanna work nights by thats his life
Might down the feelings, see whats one
And shots of gigga booms hif life
Greenwich, woodish back to queens
Dont stick it like the of a beehive
Im the cop, the man for the job kind of odd but the fans decide
Head phones head dont get a rhythm kill it a headshot
man are got a hair line like Escor
Man are looking for a on a Friday night
Well, Im free wanna see what the got
Dont test me, I put a hole in your vest top and my young gunners aint letting off a show
Aint the best and your not get in my way
Cause Im top and your sets not thats why your dumb short stop before they hit me.