Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin 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 thing we wouldnt do and was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the house, all night long
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The scene 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 fuckin straps that you ain't never no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you 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
blow and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I 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 shit if ya
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my hair cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass like sho they show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
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
Look at me now
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd 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 that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
it!