Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me this zoot
My niggas, don't tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that
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 one? Yeah, #PROBLEM
They should've stopped him, I don't run out of
like Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the rave , put the to your face
Look, I make run out of bars
Big 45 might bun out clart
No safety, might dun out your dance
on your door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just out the yard
See the lightskin girls used to me
Now the lightskin girls, they me
Word to J Hus, man are
But rap ting's sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't claim that they me
Cuh man was out on a fuckery
Plus we even tark too much
That's the reason why your girl fuck me
I don't care about your friend
Bare likkle fish never on the ends
Yeah, you go hard but we go
You shut but nigga, I leng
You up but nigga, I rep
Why do man love getting me
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 chat shit, i cut em out
Know where I come from, I'm the south
Fuck up my house, peak I press play
go gym but they're missing out leg day
My worst days are of your best days
Punch a grime MC off his segway,
Look, Don't make me you
Like, like, till I catch you
Like, man are like "that's black yout"
Jools Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene like man, I had to
Just run a beat I can rap to
Everybody calm down, it's a
What the fuck, man? I ain't stab you
Look, I wanna argue
But if you shit, man'll par you
at the size of my fist, I will spark you
I'm the grime Lukaku
6'5" guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, down when I buss shots
onstage, bare rage when my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, then you off
Rap hate me cuh I do grime
Grime boys me cuh I do rap
youts hate me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts me cuh I don't trap
Fake youts me cuh I'm too real
And the real hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um...
Suck your mum, yeah, go and do
My Michael, Big Stormz
I like peng tings, I porn
I've got a 16 bar of corn
I breathe fire every time I
this, Stormzy's that
Stormzy's blick, black
Stormzy's hairline's going way
But I still your girl, go and retweet that little nigga, yo
Man are saying that I up too fast
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 blame me, go and God
Every MC wan' try and take
'em boy there hard work pays off
Anyway, wanna do grime now
talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, this my
my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, that's my
That's my kingdom, my crown
Look, one phone call, man'll fly
I lay one vocal then I sign out,
Go Bluejays for a lunch and a
Make that thing like Fekky
Got mad still the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go back to with Skeppy
I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi
Man just talk, don't talk, be
'em that I'm down for the war, I'm ready
Them man circles, they're jezzys