Luyện nghe bài hát Thiago Silva

Santan the v-v x AJ
Man mystic the pen like J.K
True say, I ain't a drinker
But I got love for brandy Ray J
popper, .44 chopper
In the black Nike bomber, stopper
MC dropper
45 wapper, you in states like Kaká
AJ the l-l x Santan
Man's got style on the riddim Gangnam
Two bruddas tryna eat off of music
But we used to eat off of pebs and the bags
Now we get money, money
Money could put your girlfriend in a handbag
tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger a long stick like a granddad
AJ Tizzy from T-H-E
And I'm all out for the
I don't wanna look you, you're broke
And I've been telling broke bruddas like Grizzy
Still brandy but the ting fizzy
be in bin if a man weren't busy
I'm a mic king, I'm a on the mic
And spin bruddas till the whole scene gets dizzy
Walk in the rave, on my face
in my cup, hand in my jeans
Man tough, man look up, down, left, right
Straight to a in the teeth
Man still tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now tryna talk to my Gs
Nah, none of that, none, .45
Run you out of your street
Walk in the dance, chicks wanna
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man there best
Better tie up your laces and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't care less my man's gang
We're not fam, not friends or bredrins
You'll get and binned, cock, then blam
Santan Dave from the and Tracey
man down on the road, I'm pacey
Two on the phone, so facety
One named Jordan and one Stacey
S the S from the S, ask Showkey
Dust man with a mask like Tobi
Tell a boy cotch, my man's telling me
But we are not Gs so don't watch my
Grove is where I re- who?
Man get up in the G- who?
Came back with a one, it's new
Don't come for a two of the blue
I don't a fuck if you're old or new
I'll just go on like ball who?
Put a couple MCs in the grave
Trust me, darg, you can go too
Trust me, darg, you can go there
I'll never watch
AJT MTP
Nike lab tracksuit, ID
Man got fucked in the beef
Pretty I landed a bang to his teeth
Man will get in the face by me
Not my bredrin, banged in the by me
And me
Man tough, we'll see
Hit him the left, right, left, right, left, right, right
One jab, then I duck, then
Come like from GTA
If I man's face, man bop, then lean
Kun Aguero, man dropped the shoulder once
Quick then I drop man's G
First I link her, Nandos sweet
£9.95, I swipe, eat
I rap, she don't give hat
Thiago Silva, man block, then
Had man "Look, there's my man"
Hand in my pouch like "Where? not me"
Hand in my pouch "Where? It's not us"
to my G like "Where? It's not we"
So if you get with the .45 long
a critical hit, no chance to repeat
And if you see in the cut with the dip
You're pissed so quick your should retreat
But if you see Juss in the cut with his hand tucked
You're fucked, your should leave, G
If you see Rapz in the back with his in the bag
It's mad, we to see Ps
in the rave, smile on my face
Drink in my cup, in my jeans
Man talk tough, man look up, down, left,
to a bang in the teeth
Man still tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now man's tryna to my Gs
Nah, of that, none, .45 drum
Run you right out of your
in the dance, chicks wanna glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man there best
Better tie up your laces and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't care less my man's gang
not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned and binned, cock, blam