Luyện nghe bài hát Thiago Silva

Santan the v-v x AJ
Man mystic the pen like J.K
True say, I ain't a drinker
But I got love for like Ray J
popper, .44 chopper
In the black Nike bomber, stopper
Half-heart MC
45 wapper, leave you in states Kaká
AJ the l-l x Santan
got style on the riddim like Gangnam
Two young bruddas tryna eat off of
But we used to eat off of and the sand bags
Now we get money, music
Money could put your girlfriend in a handbag
tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long like a granddad
AJ Tizzy T-H-E lizzy
And I'm all out for the
I don't wanna look 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 bruddas till the whole scene gets dizzy
Walk in the rave, smile on my
Drink in my cup, in my jeans
Man talk tough, man up, down, left, right
to a bang in the teeth
Man still talk tough, man saw man in the
Now man's tryna to my Gs
Nah, of that, none, .45 drum
Run you out of your street
in the dance, chicks wanna glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", man there best skip
Better tie up your laces tight and don't
Trip, get
Couldn't care less about my man's
not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned and binned, cock, then
Santan Dave the Vale and Tracey
man down on the road, I'm pacey
Two lighties on the phone, so
One named Jordan and one named
S with the S from the S, ask
Dust man down with a mask like
Tell a boy cotch, my man's telling me
But we are not Gs so watch my face
Ladbroke Grove is I re- who?
Man get burst up in the G-
Came back with a fresh one, new
Don't around for a two of the blue
I don't give a fuck if old or new
I'll go on like black ball who?
Put a couple MCs in the grave
me, darg, you can go there too
Trust me, darg, you can go free
I'll never F-A-C-E
AJT MTP
lab tracksuit, Nike ID
Man got overly in the beef
Pretty I landed a bang to his teeth
Man get banged in the face by me
Not my bredrin, in the face by me
And me
Man talk tough, see
Hit him the left, right, left, right, left, right, right
One jab, I duck, then weave
Come like Trevor GTA
If I bang man's face, man bop, then
Kun Aguero, man dropped the feint once
Quick kick then I drop G
First I link her, Nandos sweet
£9.95, I swipe, eat
I rap, she don't give hat
Thiago Silva, man block, skeet
Had man "Look, there's my man"
Hand in my pouch like "Where? not me"
Hand in my pouch like "Where? not us"
Turned to my G "Where? It's not we"
So if you get with the .45 long
It's a critical hit, no to repeat
And if you see Arge in the cut the dip
You're pissed so quick your team should
But if you see Juss in the cut his right hand tucked
You're fucked, your team 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
in my cup, hand in my jeans
Man talk tough, man up, down, left, right
to a bang in the teeth
Man still tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now tryna talk to my Gs
Nah, none of that, none, .45
Run you out of your street
Walk in the dance, chicks glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man best skip
Better tie up your laces tight and trip
Trip, get
Couldn't less about my man's gang
not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
You'll get and binned, cock, then blam