Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me spark zoot
My niggas, they tark, they shoot
up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by the yout
Oh well, should've been
He was gone by the that they clocked him
#MERKY,
What's the last one? Yeah,
They should've him, I don't run out of bars
like Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the , put the glass to your face
Look, I make fuckboys run out of
Big 45 might bun out clart
No safety, that dun out your dance
Knock on your like oi rudeboy, look
the hype, just come out the yard
See the lightskin girls used to me
Now the girls, they love me
to J Hus, man are ugly
But rap ting's sick, man, trust me
can't claim that they buss me
Cuh man was out on a fuckery
Plus we even tark too much
That's the reason why your wanna fuck me
I don't care about your friend
Bare likkle fish been on the ends
Yeah, you go but we go harder
You shut down but nigga, I
You up but nigga, I rep
Why do man getting me vexed?
Here for the lightskin girl with the big
And the black bredrin the breasts

So if you got a BET, it out
Oh, you don't? Shut your
Man chat shit, i cut em out
Know I come from, I'm from the south
up my house, peak when I press play
Niggas go gym but missing out leg day
My worst days are some of your days
Punch a MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, make me slap you
Like, like, till I catch you
Like, man are "that's that black yout"
Went Jools in my tracksuit
Rep for the like yeah man, I had to
Just run a sick I can rap to
Everybody down, it's a tracksuit
What the fuck, man? I gonna stab you
Look, I don't argue
But if you talk shit, par you
at the size of my fist, I will spark you
I'm the grime scene's
6'5" guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, everybody down when I buss
Jump onstage, rage when my dub drop
You did for a sec, then you fucked off
Rap hate me cuh I do grime
Grime hate me cuh I do rap
Good hate me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts hate me cuh I trap
Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too
And the real youts hate me cuh I act
Well, um...
Suck mum, yeah, go and do that
My Michael, Big Stormz
I peng tings, I like porn
I've got a 16 bar of corn
I breathe every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, Stormzy's
Stormzy's blick, black
Stormzy's hairline's way back
But I still fuck your girl, go and that little nigga, yo
Man are saying that I blew up too
Man are saying that I came up too
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube,
Mandem are putting in the shift
Dem man there wash
Brudda, don't me, go and blame God
MC wan' try and take shots
Tell 'em boy there hard pays off
Anyway, everybody do grime now
talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, this my
That's my laptop, that's my
That's my people, that's my
That's my kingdom, that's my
Look, one phone call, man'll fly
I lay one vocal then I sign out,
Go for a lunch and a brekky
Make that thing like Fekky
Got mad still with the ting, I'm
Onstage, go back to back Skeppy
I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi
Man just talk, talk, be steady
Tell 'em I'm down for the war, I'm ready
Them man change circles, jezzys