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 keepin me pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all used to food 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 night
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd smell
The was always fucked my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she 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 you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But been 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 make up a
start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me
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 show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
Pass through my
Big gully A R 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 never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
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
dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it fair mate
We'd lick a lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
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 the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
it!