Correction Paroles [S Dog] Plugged In Freestyle par Fumez The Engineer

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SD, Plugged In
Fumez the Engineer
West Yorkshire stando
Yo

Grab your bally and let your strally rip
Knock it down a gear, lean back and grip
Ford comes hot from a Nor' Wessy sticks
An' my rhyme scheme's sick, I'm an active kid
I rob Bapes, cop sticks, serve nicks, shook strips
And if my eyesight's locked to a b*t*h I won't miss
I'ma buss' and dip
Kickin' off doors off estate for your crops then we chip
Plated up dingers for that sh*t
Active kids, yeah we walk what we talk, no lip
I remove off doors with a big kick
Tie up all your stash and make a quick flip
In other words make a quick lick
In other words you can't do sh*t
And Fumez called me down for the Plugged In
I couldn't say no so I jumped in
Fat boy run his fat chops
So I stepped back and slumped him
One bang dumped him, boom
[?], Kenny, PJ and Biggz, yeah we're active
Plodded on estate but we're packin' beefs
Slide up we get it crackin', TEC-9's slappin'
I be active in ends I got heat, doin' circles
Lappin', endin' man, hyped on the phone
You're a joke I just kick back laughin'
And yeah I f**ked up my phone
Twenty lads that's slackin'
But I'll come up off music
I stay loyal to my boys, don't abuse it
We raid [?] it's the life that we live, I didn't choose it
I stepped on road now my clothes exclusive
Type on road and you still get muted
I don't roll on my ones I'm not stupid
I got my sides boxed off like Rubix
Me and Kizza doin' laps round local
If a dingy hypes then we'll toast 'em
We plan moves on the D-low
Yack mans packs phones and the kilos, put it all out
And I still ring my plug like "Where is my reload?"
And yeah I'm posted local
Graftin', started as a peddle bike
Yo it was a mad ting
Started skippin' school, gettin' racks in
And then I 'come the face of my bit in my ends
Stage smart, set trends, fifteen, sideways around them bends
And fam I'm not a rude boy mush, I'm a charva
I'm comin' up on road real loud and fast, like a .45 blast
I don't give a f**k about my past
I been jail, lost my kid, been slashed
Man my music's airborne suttin' like an aircraft
Too, too blessed to be stressed, in myself I invest
I kinda separated myself from the rest, I get rated
Fans from the North, from the East, to the South, to the West
I'm a active kid
I live what I chat and if you run or get slapped
You ain't gettin' it back
I live by the code fam I'm far from a rat
I set trends in the ends, far from a cat

Baow
Fumez the Engineer

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