Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Up

Man try say he's better me
Tell my man up
Mention my name in your
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 your pics, backup
Man wanna chat about dancer
Big man me with a beard
I'm a big man, how the fuck can I

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

Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so
I've got a mob like Rocky
I set trends, dem man
They catch feelings, I bodies
They roll deep, I 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 badboys in the south
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?
one of you man try get loud
All of my move so foul
I might sing but I ain't out

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

All of my ex girls stalking me
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, a walk in the park
I take care when I water my
These MCs talk about Lord of the Mics
You ain't even lord of your

Dead MCs, blud, me alone
Me and your girl, we speak on the
Kill a whole of MCs on my own
a whole crew of MCs for the throne
I was out hungry, so damn
Man tried eat then leave me the
Now these niggas, they need me to
Hot chocolate and a to go

I'm a big man, fuck a war
Man were upset the MOBO Awards
Yeah, I was gassed at the Awards
Why? Cause I won a MOBO before
Duh, all of you MCs sound so
Shut Wireless, shut down Twitter
Shoutout Deepee, Flipper
Best my age, yeah blud,

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

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

Brown skin girl in the club, I want one
got Rizla and chip? I wanna strap one