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 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 food but it was about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the and the needle and the bong
When used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was we wernt slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The needs coachin
Put your'e album out, 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 cocked no still
Real real!
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
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've around Dappy and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist blow and make up a
They 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 because ya Youtubes me
I swear these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my 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 money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, a place where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin round the streets the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd lick a lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing 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 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 talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
it!