Luyện nghe bài hát Thiago Silva

Santan the v-v x AJ
Man mystic the pen like J.K
say, I ain't really a drinker
But I got for brandy like Ray J
Champagne popper, .44
In the black Nike bomber, stopper
MC dropper
45 wapper, you in states like Kaká
AJ the l-l x Santan
Man's got style on the like Gangnam
Two bruddas tryna eat off of music
But we used to eat off of pebs and the sand
Now we get money, money
Money that could put your girlfriend in a
tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a stick like a granddad
AJ Tizzy from T-H-E
And I'm all out for the
I wanna look like you, you're broke
And been telling broke bruddas move like Grizzy
brandy but the hand ting fizzy
Probs be in bin if a man weren't
I'm a mic king, I'm a on the mic
And I'll spin till the whole scene gets dizzy
Walk in the rave, smile on my
in my cup, hand in my jeans
Man talk tough, man look up, down, left,
Straight to a bang in the
Man still tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now tryna talk to my Gs
Nah, none of that, none, .45
Run you right out of street
in the dance, chicks wanna glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man there best
Better tie up your tight and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't less about my man's gang
not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned and binned, cock, then
Santan from the Vale and Tracey
man down on the road, I'm pacey
Two on the phone, so facety
One named Jordan and one named
S with the S the S, ask Showkey
Dust man down with a like Tobi
Tell a boy cotch, my telling me lots
But we are not Gs so don't watch my
Grove is where I re- who?
Man get up in the G- who?
Came back with a one, it's new
Don't around for a two of the blue
I don't a fuck if you're old or new
I'll just go on like black who?
Put a dead MCs in the grave
Trust me, darg, you can go too
Trust me, darg, you can go free
I'll never F-A-C-E
AJT MTP
lab tracksuit, Nike ID
Man got overly fucked in the
Pretty sure I landed a bang to his
Man will get in the face by me
Not my bredrin, banged in the by me
And me
Man tough, we'll see
Hit him the left, right, left, right, left, right, right
One jab, I duck, then weave
Come like from GTA
If I man's face, man bop, then lean
Kun Aguero, man the shoulder feint once
Quick kick then I drop G
First time I link her, sweet
£9.95, I swipe, eat
I rap, she don't give hat
Thiago Silva, man block, skeet
Had man screaming "Look, my man"
Hand in my pouch like "Where? not me"
Hand in my pouch "Where? It's not us"
Turned to my G like "Where? not we"
So if you get boom with the .45
It's a hit, no chance to repeat
And if you see Arge in the cut the dip
You're pissed so quick your team retreat
But if you see Juss in the cut with his hand tucked
You're fucked, your should leave, G
If you see Rapz in the with his hand in the bag
mad, we came to see Ps
Walk in the rave, smile on my
Drink in my cup, hand in my
Man tough, man look up, down, left, right
Straight to a bang in the
Man talk tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now tryna talk to my Gs
Nah, none of that, none, .45
Run you right out of street
Walk in the dance, chicks wanna
on my hip, shank for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man best skip
Better tie up your laces and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't care less about my gang
We're not fam, we're not friends or
You'll get tanned and binned, cock, blam