Luyện nghe bài hát Stop, Look, Listen, Live

1
At wait till I do something wrong
I mean I ain't drunk as I'm writing this song
But you jump on my back as if I'm something wrong
All the while I rhyme I must be smoking a bong
Whilst a shop assaulting a cop
And we forget loading my glock
I walk down the street I must be loaded on rock
And carrying a stock to sell to the

But u what fuck off
I need your shit
I don't your prying eyes and I don't need your lip
I don't need u pushing me so just get 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 scared of you calling the cops
Cos I ain't done shit wrong and just let me off

2
You wanna judgment?
Become a
Cos u don't shit about whether there's a smudge
On my
My
Or my trousers
You don't know
Like I don't rob
robbed your car?
me
The would I want with a corsa from 93?
Sucks to be you but its to be me
Try not to be jealous and say you see

3
So keep the dirty looks to
If all done wrong
were all going to hell
Don't need judgement up as well
So listen to my 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 I'll see you in casting your vote