Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for 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 smaller 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
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we wernt
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around and money makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
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 bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't a shit 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 Munks all
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my
I pass through like sho they love
It's an event I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
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 over
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big gully A R chain
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 deal (You the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin round the where the gully is the black dudes
Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
Didn't 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 tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps 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 when you make a
you make a mill
it!