Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me spark zoot
My niggas, they don't tark, they
Roll up slow, then I park that
And the game got by the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've watching
He was gone by the time they clocked him
#MERKY,
What's the one? Yeah, #PROBLEM
They stopped him, I don't run out of bars
Just like Chip, I run out of bars
Walk in the rave , put the glass to face
Look, I make run out of bars
Big 45 might bun out your
No safety, that might dun out dance
Knock on door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just out the yard
See the lightskin used to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, love me
to J Hus, man are ugly
But this rap sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't claim that they me
Cuh man was out on a fuckery
Plus we don't even tark too
That's the why your girl wanna fuck me
I don't care about your friend
Bare fish never 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 love getting me
Here for the lightskin with the big bumper
And the black with the breasts

So if you got a BET, it out
Oh, you Shut your mouth
Man chat shit, i cut em out
Know where I come from, I'm from the
Fuck up my house, peak I press play
Niggas go gym but they're out leg day
My worst days are of your best days
a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, Don't make me you
Like, like, wait till I you
Like, man are "that's that black yout"
Went Jools Holland in my
Rep for the like yeah man, I had to
Just run a sick I can rap to
Everybody calm down, a tracksuit
What the fuck, man? I ain't stab you
Look, I wanna argue
But if you shit, man'll par you
Look at the size of my fist, I will you
I'm the grime scene's
6'5" guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, down when I buss 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
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...
Suck your mum, yeah, go and do
My Michael, Big Stormz
I like tings, I like porn
got a 16 bar full of corn
I breathe fire time I yawn
Stormzy's this, that
Stormzy's blick, black
Stormzy's hairline's going way
But I still fuck your girl, go and retweet that nigga, yo
Man are saying that I up too fast
Man are that I came up too quick
Rudeboy, on the YouTube, darg
Mandem are in the graveyard shift
Dem man straight wash
Brudda, blame me, go and blame God
Every MC wan' try and shots
Tell 'em boy there work pays off
Anyway, wanna do grime now
talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, my house
That's my laptop, that's my
That's my people, that's my
That's my kingdom, my crown
Look, one call, man'll fly around
I lay one vocal I sign out, anyway
Go Bluejays for a and a brekky
Make that bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad still the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go back to back with
When I'm on the ball, I'm cool like
Man just talk, don't talk, be
Tell 'em that I'm for the war, I'm ready
Them man change circles, jezzys