Luyện nghe bài hát Stop, Look, Listen, Live

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

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

I need this fuck off
Ain't my problem that your don't suck u off
And I ain't scared of you calling the
Cos I ain't shit wrong and they'll just let me off

2
You pass judgment?
a judge
Cos u don't shit about whether there's a smudge
On my
My
Or my trousers
You don't shit
Like I rob houses
Someone robbed your
me
The fuck would I want with a corsa 93?
to be you but its awesome to be me
Try not to be and say what you see

3
So the dirty looks to yourselves
If we've all done
Then were all going to
Don't need judgement up as well
So to my story as you lock up the cell
just as bad as me so ill see u in hell
Least I don't I'm an angel as well
So ill go and get pissed and kick off a scrote
And see you in court casting your vote