Luyện nghe bài hát POW 2011

[Hook: Bizzle]
Pow, I'm Leth to the B
Pow, I got the top dawgs with me
Pow, if you don't about me
I'm Pow

Pow, yeah I'm to the B
Pow, I got the top grime with me
Pow, if you don't know me
I'm Pow

[Verse 1: Lethal
Yo yo, they're like who's on the
Only real top grime dawgs, get 'em
Hype ting, only one on the riddim
Forward reload, that's what I'm
And you might see me creep through the hood,
Goin' on a quick ting, women
Tryna' get that Gate money, swimmin'
I'm Bolt on the riddim, I'm winnin'

2: JME]
Well, well, (Serious)
You'll get a punch in the like blam
You'll get a big nose bleed blam
You'll get a kick on the like blam
Drag your face across the kerb like
Now bring you in the like blam
You'll get an drop like well, well, well
(Serious)

3: Wiley]
Eskiboy, might be one (Boodoodoodoodadadada)
I if I (Boodoodoodoodadadada)
Don't tell him gonna start charting
Drop my new like (Boodoodoodoodadadada)
Might be one (Boodoodoodoodadadada)
I if I (Boodoodoodoodadadada)
Don't tell him gonna start charting
Drop my new like (Boodoodoodoodadadada)

[Verse 4:
Swag,
boy that made Oopsy Daisy
Same boy getting hate from a
Same boy make a bitch go crazy
Still the scene saviour
now, just a bit more paper
Fling ten at a hater
or not, man's major

[Verse 5:
Oi fam, I go
My team's larger
I got big bars for ya' fam
your Mum skank out wit' ya' father
I Roll
Stylie the speaker
How can you say I ain't
Shut up, you ain't either

[Verse 6:
P, grimey
Real life
Next level
So one thing, the paper
Anybody that's
that's gassed
Anybody that's on a
I'm cool when it to the enemy
Cause I'm a jaw levitator

[Verse 7:
Give me the mic, this is mine
And I'mma skip like got Skivver inside
My lyrics are
Why I deliver the
Better than of you spitters combined
(Ghetts) all living a lie
(Ghetts) be the best in Britain Alie
(Ghetts) If is a game then gimme the prize
(Ghetts) I can bring a alive

[Verse 8:
I'm old
I'm from the
I duppied rave
I'm MC Shabber
But I wasn't on the ting
So Leth to the Bizzle, give me 16
I'm selfish, knows all about me
Yeah I'm a money man, it's all G's
And I mean to whine while I'm dining
that, I couldn't give a flying
The whole hood, them'a my rhyming
I'm hood like Little Red Riding
Oh, what big you have
a nigga, no pen
If you KA, your skin