Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I dunno how hes it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all used to food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One thing we do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist blow and up a part
start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl me
I swear down Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through sho they show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the boys
Leave the boys yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass through my
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I it wasnt fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
it!