Luyện nghe bài hát Stop, Look, Listen, Live

1
At least wait I do something wrong
I mean I drunk driving as I'm writing this song
But you jump on my back as if I'm doing something
All the time I rhyme I must be smoking a bong
Whilst a shop assaulting a cop
And we mustn't forget loading my
When I walk down the street I must be on rock
And a stock to sell to the block

But u know fuck off
I don't need your
I don't need your prying eyes and I need your lip
I don't u pushing me so just get over it
So don't be so jealous and be such a prick

I don't this fuck off
Ain't my problem that your wife don't u off
And I ain't scared of you the cops
Cos I ain't done wrong and they'll just let me off

2
You wanna pass
a judge
Cos u don't know shit about whether there's a
On my
My
Or even my
You don't know
I don't rob houses
Someone robbed car?
me
The fuck I want with a corsa from 93?
Sucks to be you but its to be me
Try not to be and say what you see

3
So keep the dirty to yourselves
If all done wrong
Then all going to hell
need judgement up here as well
So to my story as you lock up the cell
You're as bad as me so ill see u in hell
Least I don't pretend I'm an as well
So ill go and get and kick off with a scrote
And I'll see you in court casting vote