Luyện nghe bài hát Thiago Silva

Santan the v-v x AJ
Man with the pen like J.K
say, I ain't really a drinker
But I got love for brandy Ray J
Champagne popper, .44
In the Nike bomber, heartbeat stopper
MC dropper
45 wapper, you in states like Kaká
AJ the l-l x Santan
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 bags
Now we get money, money
Money that put your girlfriend in a handbag
tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long stick like a
AJ Tizzy from lizzy
And I'm all out for the
I don't wanna like you, you're broke
And I've been telling broke bruddas like Grizzy
Still brandy but the hand ting
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
Drink in my cup, in my jeans
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, of that, none, .45 drum
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 there skip
Better tie up your tight and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't less about my man's gang
We're not fam, we're not friends or
get tanned and binned, cock, then blam
Santan Dave the Vale and Tracey
Duck man down on the road, I'm
Two on the phone, so facety
One Jordan and one named Stacey
S with the S from the S, ask
man down with a mask like Tobi
Tell a boy cotch, my telling me lots
But we are not Gs so watch my face
Ladbroke Grove is I re- who?
Man get burst up in the G-
back with 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 black ball who?
Put a couple dead MCs in the
Trust me, darg, you can go too
Trust me, darg, you can go free
I'll watch F-A-C-E
AJT MTP
Nike lab tracksuit, ID
Man got overly in the beef
Pretty sure I a bang to his teeth
Man will get 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, I duck, then weave
like Trevor 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 her, Nandos 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 like "Where? It's not us"
Turned to my G like "Where? not we"
So if you get boom 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 should retreat
But if you see Juss in the cut with his right hand
You're fucked, team should leave, G
If you see in the back 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 tough, man look up, down, left, right
Straight to a 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 right out of street
in the dance, chicks wanna glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man best skip
Better tie up your tight and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't care less about my man's
not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
You'll get and binned, cock, then blam