Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me spark zoot
My niggas, they tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park coupe
And the got fucked by the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've been
He was gone by the time that clocked him
#MERKY,
What's the last Yeah, #PROBLEM
They should've him, I don't run out of bars
Just like Chip, I don't run out of
Walk in the , put the glass to your face
Look, I make fuckboys run out of
Big 45 might bun out clart
No safety, might dun out your dance
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy,
Forget the hype, just come out the
See the girls used to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, 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 there on a
Plus we don't even tark too
That's the reason why your wanna fuck me
I don't really about your friend
Bare likkle fish been on the ends
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 black with the breasts

So if you got a BET, it out
Oh, you don't? Shut your
Man chat shit, i cut em out
Know where I from, I'm from the south
up my house, peak when I press play
Niggas go gym but they're out leg day
My worst are some of your best days
a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, make me slap you
Like, like, wait till I you
Like, man are like "that's that 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 wanna
But if you talk shit, par you
Look at the of my fist, I will spark you
I'm the scene's Lukaku
6'5" guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, everybody when I buss shots
Jump onstage, bare when my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, then you off
Rap boys hate me cuh I do
Grime hate me cuh I do rap
Good youts hate me cuh I'm too
Bad youts hate me cuh I don't
youts hate me cuh I'm too real
And the real hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um...
your mum, yeah, go and do that
My Michael, Big Stormz
I like peng tings, I like
I've got a 16 bar of corn
I breathe every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, that
Stormzy's blick, Stormzy's
Stormzy's hairline's way back
But I still fuck your girl, go and that little nigga, yo
Man are saying that I up too fast
Man are that I came up too quick
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube,
Mandem are putting in the shift
Dem man straight wash
Brudda, don't me, go and blame God
Every MC try and take shots
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
my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, fly around
I lay one vocal then I sign out,
Go Bluejays for a and a brekky
Make thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad with the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go back to with 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 circles, they're jezzys