Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Time

Yeah, in the time, it gets cold
Tracksuits, boots and
I do mic and my do road
In the summertime, they've got
Year 9, started my thing
10, hit school in my Timbs
Year 11, in a of my own

1]
Bringing that 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 Luke
If I them out, I'm on Arsenal (cannon)
If I lick that shot, I will you
Football like Hey, Arnold
of my, king of my
King of my (royal)
on Royal Mail
I'll write a bomb and pass the (hold that, fam)
Mad sad ting
The game's cold, I
Gelled in any habitat I tapped in
Checked out I cashed in
Yeah, Finsbury Park, check T, get shaped
On the 406 on a late
West End, chopsticks on a date (swag)
Fly boy getting ras cuh I nice
Mad hours I be in work like a trap boy
ting, I hate daytime (yeah)
Man engage when I mine
up on the set and just spray like

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

2]
I feel what's in due course (timing)
Do my ting, go do ('llow it)
Tek man's gyal, true, darg (facts)
Do my or do yours (sliding)
You can't take me for a fool, (never)
Got more bars a crew, darg (numbers)
Have your whole like "oh lord" (god)
Man know when I strap, danger (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 don't give a fuck how you (nah)
Cash Motto, only for the paper (gang)
Get waved, then I mic, what's the outcome?
Could be a mixtape, be an album
Could be an EP, be a three-piece
Still got lyrics for doubting, listen