Luyện nghe bài hát WickedSkengMan 4

Wait two secs, let me spark zoot
My niggas, they tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I that coupe
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 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 your
Look, I fuckboys run out of bars
Big 45 might bun out your
No safety, that dun out your dance
Knock on your door oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just come out the
See the girls used to cuss me
Now the girls, they love me
to J Hus, man are ugly
But rap ting's sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't claim that buss me
Cuh man was out there on a
Plus we don't tark too much
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 girl with the big bumper
And the black with the breasts

So if you got a BET, it out
Oh, you don't? Shut mouth
Man chat shit, i cut em out
where I come from, I'm from the south
Fuck up my house, 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, till I catch you
Like, man are like "that's black yout"
Went Jools Holland in my
Rep for the scene like man, I had to
Just run a sick I can rap to
calm down, it's a tracksuit
What the fuck, man? I gonna stab you
Look, I don't argue
But if you shit, man'll 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 down when I shots
Jump onstage, rage when my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, you fucked off
Rap boys hate me cuh I do
boys hate me cuh I do rap
Good youts hate me cuh I'm too
Bad hate me cuh I don't trap
Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too
And the real youts me cuh I don't 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 every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, that
Stormzy's blick, Stormzy's
Stormzy's hairline's going way
But I still fuck girl, go and retweet that little nigga, yo
Man are saying that I blew up too
Man are saying that I came up too
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube,
Mandem are in the graveyard shift
Dem man straight wash
Brudda, don't blame me, go and 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, look brudda, my house
That's my laptop, that's my
That's my people, that's my
my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, man'll fly
I lay one vocal I sign out, anyway
Go Bluejays for a lunch and a
Make that thing like Fekky
Got mad still the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go back to back Skeppy
I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi
Man talk, don't talk, be steady
Tell 'em that I'm down for the war, I'm
man change circles, they're jezzys