Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for 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
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One thing we do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all long
See man OD'in of the and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
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 little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n
The needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and see who's roastin!
yourself!
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
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
blow and make up a part
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho they show
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
through my hood
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk these fuckin 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 you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt 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 down the line, I'd still be
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 and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
it!