Luyện nghe bài hát Thiago Silva

Santan the v-v x AJ
Man mystic with the pen J.K
True say, I really a drinker
But I got love for like Ray J
Champagne popper, .44
In the black Nike bomber, heartbeat
Half-heart MC
45 wapper, leave you in like Kaká
AJ from the l-l x
Man's got on the riddim like Gangnam
Two young tryna eat off of music
But we used to eat off of pebs and the sand
Now we get money, money
Money could put your girlfriend in a handbag
tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger a long stick like a granddad
AJ Tizzy from T-H-E
And I'm all out for the
I don't wanna look like you, you're
And I've been telling broke bruddas move like
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
in the rave, smile on my face
Drink in my cup, in my jeans
Man talk tough, man up, down, left, right
Straight to a in the teeth
Man talk tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now man's talk to my Gs
Nah, of that, none, .45 drum
Run you right out of street
Walk in the dance, chicks glance
on my hip, shank for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man there best
Better tie up your laces and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't care less my man's gang
We're not fam, not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned and binned, cock, blam
Santan from the Vale and Tracey
man down on the road, I'm pacey
Two lighties on the phone, so
One named and one named Stacey
S with the S from the S, ask
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 burst up in the G-
back with a fresh one, it's new
Don't come around for a two of the
I don't a fuck if you're old or new
just go on like black ball who?
Put a couple dead MCs in the
me, darg, you can go there too
Trust me, darg, you can go free
I'll never watch
AJT MTP
lab tracksuit, Nike ID
Man got fucked in the beef
Pretty I landed a bang to his teeth
Man will get banged in the by me
Not my bredrin, banged in the by me
And me
Man talk tough, see
Hit him the left, right, left, right, left, right, right
One jab, I duck, then weave
like Trevor from GTA
If I bang man's face, man bop, lean
Kun Aguero, man dropped the shoulder feint
Quick kick I drop man's G
time I link her, Nandos sweet
£9.95, I swipe, eat
I one-two rap, she don't hat
Silva, man block, then 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 "Where? It's not we"
So if you get boom with the .45
It's a critical hit, no to repeat
And if you see in the cut with the dip
You're pissed so quick your team should
But if you see Juss in the cut with his right tucked
fucked, your team should leave, G
If you see Rapz in the back with his in the bag
mad, we came to see Ps
Walk in the rave, smile on my
Drink in my cup, hand in my
Man talk tough, man look up, down, left,
Straight to a bang in the
Man talk tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now man's 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", man there best skip
tie up your laces 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 and binned, cock, then blam