Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin with my life
I was out untouchable, tryna rock 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 to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all long
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to I'd smell mingin
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she 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
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist and make up a part
start liein 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 a shit if ya grinding
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these 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 Munks all
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my
I pass through like sho show love
an event whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
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 Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
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 don't kill! (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! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
it!