Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me 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
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One we wouldnt 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 needle and the and the bong
mornin used to come 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
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e out, same day as us and we'll 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 the deal
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
by G's cos I never 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 and make up a part
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 give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya Youtubes me
I swear down Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my 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 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 boys scuffin' yeah, over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
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 cocked no still
Real real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the 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 kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
it!