Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me this zoot
My niggas, they tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I that coupe
And the game got by the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've been
He was gone by the time they clocked him
#MERKY,
What's the last one? Yeah,
should've stopped him, I don't run out of bars
Just Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the rave , put the glass to your
Look, I make fuckboys run out of
Big 45 bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out dance
Knock on door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just out the yard
See the lightskin girls to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, they me
to J Hus, man are ugly
But rap ting's sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't that they buss me
Cuh man was out on a fuckery
we don't even tark too much
That's the reason why your girl wanna me
I don't really care about your
Bare likkle 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 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 Shut your mouth
Man just 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 missing out leg day
My worst days are some of best days
a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, make me slap you
Like, like, wait I catch you
Like, man are "that's that black yout"
Went Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene like man, I had to
run a sick beat I can rap to
Everybody calm down, a tracksuit
What the fuck, man? I ain't stab you
Look, I don't wanna
But if you shit, man'll par you
Look at the size of my fist, I 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 my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, then you off
Rap boys me cuh I do grime
Grime hate me cuh I do rap
Good youts me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts hate me cuh I don't
youts hate me cuh I'm too real
And the real youts hate me cuh I act
Well, um...
Suck 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 fire every I yawn
this, Stormzy's that
Stormzy's blick, black
Stormzy's going way back
But I still fuck your girl, go and retweet little nigga, yo
Man are saying that I blew up too
Man are saying that I up too quick
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube,
Mandem are putting in the graveyard
Dem man straight wash
Brudda, don't me, go and blame God
MC wan' try and take shots
Tell 'em boy hard work pays off
Anyway, everybody wanna do now
talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, brudda, this my house
That's my laptop, that's my
That's my people, that's my
That's my kingdom, my crown
Look, one phone call, fly around
I lay one vocal I sign out, anyway
Go for a lunch and a brekky
Make that thing bu-bu-bang Fekky
Got mad still the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go back to with Skeppy
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 circles, they're jezzys