Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

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