Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Time

Yeah, in the winter time, it gets
Tracksuits, boots and
I do mic and my friends do
In the summertime, got snow
Year 9, started my thing
Year 10, hit in my Timbs
11, in a league of my own

1]
Bringing heat again
Like we're back on FM (mic check, 1-2)
Trust me, the cold
Chipmunk's got the heat for (fire)
Taking shots, I'm Cage
If I dish them out, I'm on (cannon)
If I lick that shot, I will you
head like Hey, Arnold
King of my, of my
of my castle (royal)
Delivery on Royal
I'll a bomb and pass the parcel (hold that, fam)
Mad sad ting
The cold, I adapted
Gelled in any habitat that I in
Checked out I cashed in
Yeah, Finsbury Park, check T, get shaped
On the 406 on a late
West End, on a date night (swag)
Fly boy getting ras cuh I nice
Mad hours I be putting in work a trap boy
ting, I hate daytime (yeah)
Man engage when I gauge
Pull up on the set and just like

In the winter time, it cold (freezing)
Tracksuits, boots and (swag)
I do mic and my do road (more time)
In the summertime, got snow (juuging)
9, started doing my thing (ayy)
Year 10, hit school in my (swag)
11, in a league of my own (early)
Years, been doing my ting (yep)
Years, I've been doing my
Years, I've been doing my ting, I've been doing my
Years, I've doing my ting (yep)
Years, I've been doing my ting, I've been my ting
Years, I've been my ting
Years, I've been doing my ting, I've been my ting
Years, I've been my ting
Years, I've doing my ting
Years, I've doing my thing

2]
I feel what's in due course (timing)
Do my ting, go do ('llow it)
Tek gyal, that's true, darg (facts)
Do my or do yours (sliding)
You can't me for a fool, darg (never)
Got more than a crew, darg (numbers)
your whole crew like "oh lord" (god)
Man know when I strap, that's (mad)
Prass, like I'm in a manger
Why you looking at your He can't save ya (no)
Man can't get saved from the (never)
Independent, mind of a (yeah)
Do it on my own, it, would amaze ya (standard)
Who's saying grime scene saviour?
You me, fam, do me a favour ('llow it)
Bar for bar, test man, later
Get it then, get it now or
Blud, I give a fuck how you feeling (nah)
Cash Motto, here for the paper (gang)
Get waved, then I touch mic, what's the
be a mixtape, could be an album
Could be an EP, could be a
Still got lyrics for doubting, listen