Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my is a gee for keepin me outta 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
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my
One thing we wouldnt do and was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd smell
The weather was always fucked my never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
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 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
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
When ya make a mill, 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 and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of Youtube 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 think my hair weren't cut the way I'm in my hood
I pass through like sho they love
It's an 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 the boys nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth still
through my hood
Big A R chain 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 these fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they talkin
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
lick a couple 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 when you a mill
you make a mill
it!