Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be 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 long
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The needs coachin
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 straps that you ain't never cocked no
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But I've around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist blow and up a part
start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real 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 look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers 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, should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
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 never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on faces they were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
think 4 years down the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
it!