Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for 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 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 jammed up at the house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard 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 fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
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 bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a 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 make me sick
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 through like sho they show
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma all and leave the boys nothin'
the boys 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 chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
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
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Niggers bare faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd lick a couple
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be
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 a mill
When you a mill
it!