Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

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