Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me this zoot
My niggas, don't tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park coupe
And the game got fucked by the darkskin
Oh well, been watching
He was gone by the time they clocked him
#MERKY,
the last one? Yeah, #PROBLEM
They should've him, I don't run out of bars
like Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the rave , put the glass to face
Look, I make fuckboys run out of
Big 45 might bun out your
No safety, that dun out your dance
Knock on your door oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, come out the yard
See the girls used to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, love me
Word to J Hus, man are
But this rap sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't claim that they me
Cuh man was out there on a
Plus we don't tark too much
the reason why your girl wanna fuck me
I don't really care about your
Bare likkle fish never been on the
Yeah, you go hard but we go
You down but nigga, I leng
You up but nigga, I rep
Why do man getting me vexed?
Here for the lightskin girl with the big
And the bredrin with the breasts

So if you got a BET, it out
Oh, you don't? Shut mouth
Man chat shit, i cut em out
Know where I come from, I'm the south
Fuck up my house, when I press play
go gym but they're missing out leg day
My worst days are some of your best
Punch a MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, Don't make me you
Like, like, wait till I you
Like, man are like "that's that yout"
Jools Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene yeah man, I had to
run a sick beat I can rap to
Everybody calm down, a tracksuit
the fuck, man? I ain't gonna stab you
Look, I don't argue
But if you talk shit, par you
Look at the size of my fist, I will you
I'm the scene's Lukaku
6'5" guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, everybody down when I shots
Jump onstage, bare rage when my dub
You did grime for a sec, you fucked off
Rap boys hate me cuh I do
Grime boys me cuh I do rap
Good youts me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts me cuh I don't trap
youts hate me cuh I'm too real
And the real hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um...
Suck mum, yeah, go and do that
My Michael, Big Stormz
I like tings, I like porn
I've got a 16 bar full of
I breathe fire every I yawn
Stormzy's this, that
Stormzy's blick, Stormzy's
Stormzy's hairline's going way
But I still your girl, go and retweet that little nigga, yo
Man are saying I blew up too fast
Man are that I came up too quick
Rudeboy, on the YouTube, darg
Mandem are in the graveyard shift
Dem man there wash
Brudda, don't me, go and blame God
Every MC wan' try and take
Tell 'em boy there work pays off
Anyway, everybody wanna do now
talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, brudda, this my house
my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, my crowd
That's my kingdom, that's my
Look, one call, man'll fly around
I lay one then I sign out, anyway
Go Bluejays for a and a brekky
that thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad still the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go to back with Skeppy
When I'm on the ball, I'm like Messi
Man just talk, don't talk, be
Tell 'em I'm down for the war, I'm ready
Them man change circles, jezzys