Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me this zoot
My niggas, they don't tark, they
Roll up slow, then I park that
And the got fucked by the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've watching
He was gone by the time that clocked him
#MERKY,
the last 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 fuckboys run out of
Big 45 bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out dance
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy,
Forget the hype, come out the yard
See the lightskin girls to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, 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 there on a
Plus we don't tark too much
the reason why your girl wanna fuck me
I don't really care your friend
likkle fish never been on the ends
Yeah, you go but we go harder
You down but nigga, I leng
You up but nigga, I rep
Why do man getting me vexed?
Here for the girl with the big bumper
And the black bredrin 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 when I play
Niggas go gym but they're out leg day
My worst days are some of best days
a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, Don't make me you
Like, like, wait I catch you
Like, man are "that's that 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 down, it's a tracksuit
What the fuck, I ain't gonna 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, everybody down when I buss
Jump onstage, bare rage when my dub
You did grime for a sec, then you off
Rap hate me cuh I do grime
Grime hate me cuh I do rap
Good hate me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts hate me cuh I trap
Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too
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 tings, I like porn
I've got a 16 bar of corn
I breathe every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, Stormzy's
Stormzy's blick, black
hairline's going way back
But I still fuck your girl, go and retweet that nigga, yo
Man are saying that I up too fast
Man are saying that I came up too
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube,
are putting in the graveyard shift
Dem man straight wash
Brudda, don't me, go and blame God
Every MC try and take shots
Tell 'em boy hard work pays off
Anyway, everybody do grime now
Real talk, not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, my house
That's my laptop, that's my
That's my people, my crowd
my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one call, man'll fly around
I lay one then I sign out, anyway
Go Bluejays for a lunch and a
that thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad still the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go to back with Skeppy
When I'm on the ball, I'm like Messi
Man just talk, don't talk, be
'em that I'm down for the war, I'm ready
Them man change circles, they're