Luyện nghe bài hát Corn On The Curb

Everyday, bro, we've stay battling
Gotta stay fighting, gotta stay
Gotta stay dreaming, stay believing
Gotta stay

I down a few more barricades
Got me a few more
Used to forward to the weekend
Now every like Saturday
Surrounded by
Come chill with the
Then she asked me my real name was
And killed the
Sometimes gotta scratch my head
Like big man ting on a
my mum and dad call me Junior
What makes you so
No Rolex
No kettle
But I know when it's time to jump in the car
Put the to the pedal like

Yeah, I don't about VIP
I've got important places to be
I'm asleep, I'm making a beat
Girls in the getting naked for me
I'm tryna say is basically
Never get a man mistaken for me
Corn on the if a man diss me
My got the biscuits in T
Santa Claus used to miss my
So I my own Christmas tree
Ring man's phone if he think's beef
What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" me
My niggas been on
Don't get it twisted 'cause I beef online
My violent, my niggas loopy
you ain't seen on Vine

I don't want a like, I want a follow
Diss me today, me tomorrow
I've got goons that can't the country
Above the law, under
I know pain, I sorrow
I know empty, I hollow
I just flew my Gs out to
And I them "thank me tomorrow"
Cuh man have been in the
Experimenting the whipping
And you see, the road and the music ain't mixing
thought man was playing baseball
Way man are outside
Never been a punk, never a victim
Wanna hate on me? Wanna on Storm?
that, let the kings in

I ringing MCs
Go radio, I start MCs
I was in the trenches, everyday
You say a man weren't bringing MCs
I pick up the phone, start ringing MCs
Bars inna my touch, MCs
They know got Skeppy on my team
We were on road, living it, MCs
Producers, plus we are MCs
vibes we have given MCs
I was back in the day when it was garage
And man said they wanna get rid of MCs
But man couldn't get rid of MCs
'Cause then, we've become bigger MCs
Some MC
Skibadee, Baseman and MC

Yeah, us man are powers
Them man are Benson
My bredrin said it's his
Took him with Drake and Section
Hate my niggas 'cause every day, it's great invention
talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out
Talk about shootout? Better be a like a western
'Cause I fear no man
Think you're a killer but your ain't Cam
Oi, pussyhole, don't in my span
'Cause you might get shot on the like 28 gram
And you who I am
Shower man down like Sam
to your ends on a two-year ban
With Solo in the van
Nah, you diss my mum
start fly out and man get bun
Fling on my garments and dun
Dry skin between my index finger and
I hate man a nun
That's why I wanna buy a gun
Can't get killed I get to see my son
tings can't run
They got me thirsty for again
They got me talking crud
They

Yo, fam
Yo,
to me, man
Where are you, Who are you with?
I'm on my Js,
Sound, man. ting has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam.
I'm not front, fam. Mad pressures from every angle, fam

It's come I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but,
I'm, like, I can't be up there with them either, you know what I'm saying?
I'm too black to be up there, you see what I'm saying,
I know, I feel like, I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy.
I feel I'm in limbo, fam
I've been, I've been waiting to to you, fam.
going way too mad, fam.
Like what the fuck did you mean you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam?
North London, fam. You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro.
Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at else that is happening over here, fam.
You get me? That's a calling, bro.
Like callings there,
It's not everyone's phone that gets that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam?
Like super fam, super charged, bro
I that, fam
just being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch.
You're doing you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like this happen before.
seen the country flip on its head like this, fam? These youts don't know what's going on, fam.
They ain't got a fucking clue, fam. to the T, fam.
Love, brudda, man.
I needed that powers. Power up fam, I don't even hearing you sound like this, blud.
I them. The mission's deeper right now. Love, brudda. Mad.
Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man. What you though, everything good?
Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's doing I gotta do, fam.
You know, bro. Powers. Powers