Luyện nghe bài hát Shut Up

Man try say he's than me
my man shut up
Mention my name in tweets
Oi rudeboy, up
How can you be better me?
up
Best in the
my man shut up

Couple man called me a dancer
Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a dancer
If that makes me a backup
The man in vids, backup dancer
The man in pics, backup dancer
Man wanna about backup dancer
Big man like me a beard
I'm a big man, how the can I backup-?

comes everywhere I go
I can't run my enemies show
in the club with all of my tugs
Party's done, everybody go
Apart from the gyaldem, you lot
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 A$AP
I set trends, dem man
They catch feelings, I bodies
They roll deep, I roll
Got about 25 goons in my
They drink Bailey's, I drink
I get merky, get worried

If you got a G-A-T, it out
Most of the badboys in the south
If you wanna do me something, I'm
I'm not a gangster, I'm just
But you see my man over there with the
one of you man try get loud
All of my move so foul
I sing but I ain't sold out

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

All of my ex girls stalking me
Talk to my face, talk to my palm
Had bills and I bought a new car
Little red that I bought for my marge
I straight murk, it's a walk in the
I take care I water my plants
These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the
You even lord of your yard

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

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

If you don't rate me, on you
If you rate me, shame on you
Can I a deathbed for an MC?
He wants beef me? Make that two
else wanna make that move?
Anyone else wanna pay their
Imposters take my tunes
Stiff Chocolate yeah my face so smooth, 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 of water
Told the bouncers get the in order
Man in the putting in orders
Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like
Smooth on ting, start locking up daughters

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