Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Up

Man try say better than me
Tell my man up
my name in your tweets
Oi rudeboy, up
How can you be than me?
up
Best in the
Tell my man up

man called me a backup dancer
Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup
If makes me a backup dancer
The man in your vids, backup
The man in pics, backup dancer
Man wanna about backup dancer
Big man like me with a
I'm a big man, how the fuck can I

Army comes I go
I can't run when my enemies
in the club with all of my tugs
Party's done, go home
from the gyaldem, you lot stay
Walk in the club, all the say hey
a man like I'm K to the A
There's no champagne, we rave

Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so
I've got a mob like A$AP
I set trends, dem man
They catch feelings, I bodies
They deep, I roll squaddy
Got about 25 in my posse
They drink Bailey's, I drink
I get merky, they get

If you got a G-A-T, it out
Most of the real badboys in the
If you do me something, I'm about
I'm not a gangster, I'm just
But you see my man over there the pouch?
Dare one of you man try get
All of my mandem so foul
I might but I ain't sold out

Nowadays all of my sold out
Headline tour, yeah blud, out
When we roll in, roll out
I'm so London, I'm so
Food in the like there ain't no drought
Flipz don't like he's got no mouth
I make my mum so proud
Like "yo Mum, a flight, go now"

All of my ex girls me hard
to my face, don't talk to my palm
Had bills and I bought a new car
Little red whip that I for my marge
I straight murk, it's a in the park
I take care when I water my
These MCs wanna about Lord of the Mics
You ain't even lord of yard

MCs, blud, leave me alone
Me and girl, we speak on the phone
a whole crew of MCs on my own
Kill a whole of MCs for the throne
I was out hungry, so hungry
Man eat then leave me the bones
Now niggas, they need me to grow
Hot and a panini to go

I'm a big man, a postcode war
Man upset about the MOBO Awards
Yeah, I was gassed at the Awards
Why? I ain't won a MOBO before
Duh, all of you MCs sound so
down Wireless, shut down Twitter
Shoutout Deepee, shoutout
Best my age, blud, look

If you don't me, shame on you
If you don't rate me, on you
Can I a deathbed for an MC?
He wants with me? Make that two
Anyone else wanna make move?
Anyone else pay their dues?
wanna take my tunes
Stiff Chocolate my face so smooth, check it

Don't even talk too much, a talker
Dem man still go on a quarter
See me turn from a to a pauper
Two cigarettes and a bottle of
the bouncers get the bottles in order
Man in the kitchen putting in
Stiff Chocolate, clear like water
Smooth on ting, start locking up daughters

Brown girl in the club, I want that one
Who's got Rizla and chip? I wanna one