Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna 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 about who was the gulliest in the
Shout out to Tinchy, I was 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 and the needle and the bong
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n
The scene needs
Put album out, same 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 the deal
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make 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 Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist and make up a part
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my
I pass through like sho they show
an event whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the boys
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin 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 still
Pass my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
Real real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing 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 about these fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
it!