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 is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than my guns
One thing we do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all 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 never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we wernt
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e 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 know the
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
by G's cos I never 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 lie in my bars
Artist blow and up a part
start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of ya girl Youtubes me
I down 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 like sho they show love
It's an event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
Teeth still
Pass through my
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 that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
B was the realest 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 kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
it!