Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin 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 smaller than my
One thing we 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 and the needle and the bong
When mornin to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
gotta skits out, when she sees 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 straps that you ain't cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
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
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 em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl me
I swear down these Niggers 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 through like sho they show love
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, 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 grinnin
Pass my hood
Big gully A R chain
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
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 (You know the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I it wasnt fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
it!