Luyện nghe bài hát Thiago Silva

Santan the v-v x AJ
Man mystic the pen like J.K
say, I ain't really a drinker
But I got love for brandy Ray J
Champagne popper, .44
In the black bomber, heartbeat stopper
Half-heart MC
45 wapper, leave you in like Kaká
AJ from the l-l x
got style on the riddim like Gangnam
Two young bruddas tryna eat off of
But we used to eat off of and the sand bags
Now we get money, money
that could put your girlfriend in a handbag
tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long stick a granddad
AJ from T-H-E lizzy
And I'm all out for the
I don't wanna look like you, you're
And I've been telling broke bruddas move Grizzy
Still brandy but the hand ting
Probs be in bin if a man weren't
I'm a mic king, I'm a on the mic
And I'll bruddas till the whole scene gets dizzy
Walk in the rave, on my face
Drink in my cup, in my jeans
Man tough, man look up, down, left, right
to a bang in the teeth
Man talk 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 skip
Better tie up your laces tight and trip
Trip, get
care less about my man's gang
We're not fam, not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned and binned, cock, blam
Santan Dave from the Vale and
Duck man down on the road, I'm
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
a boy cotch, my man's telling me lots
But we are not Gs so watch my face
Ladbroke is where I re- who?
Man get up in the G- who?
back with a fresh one, it's new
Don't come for a two of the blue
I give a fuck if you're old or new
I'll just go on like black who?
Put a couple dead MCs in the
me, darg, you can go there too
Trust me, darg, you can go there
I'll never F-A-C-E
AJT MTP
lab tracksuit, Nike ID
Man got overly fucked in the
Pretty sure I landed a to his teeth
Man get banged in the face by me
Not my bredrin, in the face by me
And me
Man tough, we'll see
Hit him with the left, right, left, right, left, right,
One jab, then I duck, then
like Trevor from GTA
If I bang face, man bop, then lean
Kun Aguero, man dropped the shoulder once
Quick then I drop man's G
First time I link her, Nandos
£9.95, I swipe, eat
I one-two rap, she give hat
Silva, man block, then skeet
Had man screaming "Look, my man"
Hand in my pouch like "Where? not me"
in my pouch like "Where? It's not us"
Turned to my G "Where? It's not we"
So if you get with the .45 long
It's a critical hit, no to repeat
And if you see in the cut with the dip
You're so quick your team should retreat
But if you see Juss in the cut with his right hand
You're fucked, your team leave, G
If you see Rapz in the back with his in the bag
mad, we came to see Ps
Walk in the rave, on my face
in my cup, hand in my jeans
Man talk tough, man look up, down, left,
Straight to a bang in the
Man talk tough, man saw man in the flesh
Now man's talk to my Gs
Nah, of that, none, .45 drum
Run you right out of street
in the dance, chicks wanna glance
Hand on my hip, for the dip
If I shout "Oi", them man there skip
Better tie up your laces and don't trip
Trip, get
Couldn't care less about my gang
We're not fam, not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned and binned, cock, blam