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- You Can't Rap (New Version) 歌词 Example
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You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid you won't get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop bro
And go and play guitar
Of all the possibilities I ever could chosen
Supposing career wise I'd picked Hip Hop
Imagine all the tip top rapper's bottom lips drop
Sitting there shocked that some other bloody sh*t hot
Dude with a mullet bussin shorts
Wearing flip flops
Is spitting to a gathering looking like a criss cross
Of fans loving Prodigy
Kylie and Slipknot
Nearly coulda happened bro
Look at me I sh*t not
Little Elliot rhymes for the hell of it
If only he was ghetto mans
Maybe we would sell a bit
I tried hard to dig up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo Saxon with a broken accent
But rappers from Fulham get a strange reaction
I said bye to Rap saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later formed my own band
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid you won't get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop
Bro and go and play guitar
Attention seeking how far should a man go
Cut his ear off like Vincent Van Gogh
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a baby shambles
F**k myself up real properly like Pete Doherty
Cover of heat I'm hot property
Everybody's clocking me I own the crowd
Then I gotta link me up with a girls aloud
Next exchange vows now my pop's is proud
There's a nine on my cloud
I'm as pleased as I ever been bro
Mans flash like Jose Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of pinot
Now I've got big I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious please biographers
Spend currency 'til there ain't none left
And when I need more I'll fake my own death
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid
You won't get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop
Bro and go and play guitar
Right now it's just hit and miss
Soon I'll taste a bit of bliss
Banging chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doing hideous
It's too bad for business
I spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this
All chattin'gibberish
Verbal diarrhea so you're never getting rid of this
I hear your retorts
There's all sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness
You wishing you written this
You can't rap my friend
You're white and you're from Fulham
Please put down the mic
There's no way you can fool them
Don't be stupid you won't get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop
Bro and go and play guitar
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