Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good 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 used to shot food but it was more who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than 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 needle and the needle and the
When mornin used to I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
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 straps that you ain't never cocked no
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and make up a
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these 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 Munks all
Ya my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I through like sho they show love
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, should 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, over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd lick a couple
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
Didn't 4 years down 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 never no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
it!