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 for brandy like Ray J
Champagne popper, .44
In the black Nike bomber, stopper
Half-heart MC
45 wapper, leave you in states like
AJ from the l-l x
Man's got style on the riddim like
Two young bruddas eat off of music
But we to eat off of pebs and the sand bags
Now we get money, music
Money that could put your girlfriend in a
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 like you, you're broke
And I've been telling broke bruddas move 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 bruddas till the whole scene gets
Walk in the rave, on my face
Drink in my cup, hand in my
Man talk tough, man up, down, left, right
Straight to a bang in the
Man still talk tough, man saw man in the
Now tryna talk to my Gs
Nah, none of that, none, .45
Run you out of your street
Walk in the dance, wanna glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I "Oi", them man there best skip
Better tie up your laces tight and don't
Trip, get
Couldn't care less my man's gang
We're not fam, we're not or bredrins
get tanned and binned, cock, then blam
Santan from the Vale and Tracey
Duck man on the road, I'm pacey
Two on the phone, so facety
One named Jordan and one Stacey
S the S from the S, ask Showkey
Dust man down a mask like Tobi
Tell a boy cotch, my man's me lots
But we are not Gs so don't watch my
Ladbroke is where I re- who?
Man get up in the G- who?
Came back a fresh 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 ball who?
Put a couple dead MCs in the
me, darg, you can go there too
Trust me, darg, you can go free
never watch F-A-C-E
AJT MTP
lab tracksuit, Nike ID
Man got fucked in the beef
Pretty sure I a bang to his teeth
Man get banged in the face by me
Not my bredrin, in the face by me
And me
Man tough, we'll see
Hit him the left, right, left, right, left, right, right
One jab, then I duck, weave
Come like from GTA
If I bang man's face, man bop, lean
Kun Aguero, man dropped the shoulder once
kick then I drop man's G
First time I link her, Nandos
£9.95, I swipe, eat
I one-two rap, she don't hat
Thiago Silva, man block, skeet
Had man "Look, there's my man"
Hand in my like "Where? It's not me"
Hand in my pouch like "Where? not us"
Turned to my G like "Where? not we"
So if you get with the .45 long
It's a critical hit, no chance to
And if you see Arge in the cut the dip
You're pissed so your team should retreat
But if you see Juss in the cut his right hand tucked
You're fucked, team should leave, G
If you see Rapz in the with his hand in the bag
It's mad, we to see Ps
in the rave, smile on my face
Drink in my cup, hand in my
Man talk tough, man look up, down, left,
to a bang in the teeth
Man still tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now tryna talk to my Gs
Nah, of that, none, .45 drum
Run you right out of your
Walk in the dance, chicks glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man there skip
Better tie up your laces and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't less about my man's gang
We're not fam, not friends or bredrins
get tanned and binned, cock, then blam