Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me spark this
My niggas, don't tark, they shoot
up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by the darkskin
Oh well, should've been
He was gone by the time that clocked him
#MERKY,
What's the one? Yeah, #PROBLEM
They should've stopped him, I don't run out of
Just like Chip, I run out of bars
Walk in the , put the glass to your face
Look, I make fuckboys run out of
Big 45 bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out dance
Knock on your like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just come out the
See the lightskin used to cuss me
Now the girls, they love me
to J Hus, man are ugly
But this rap ting's sick, man, me
can't claim that they buss me
Cuh man was out on a fuckery
we don't even tark too much
That's the reason why your wanna fuck me
I don't really care your friend
Bare fish never been on the ends
Yeah, you go but we go harder
You shut but nigga, I leng
You up but nigga, I rep
Why do man love getting me
for the lightskin girl with the big bumper
And the black with the breasts

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