Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock 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 food but it was more who was the gulliest in the ends
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The needs 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 that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't 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 around and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take 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 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 look shit, 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 cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through sho they show love
It's an event I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big A R chain 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 straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My all had smiles on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it fair mate
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd 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 never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
it!