Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
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 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 than my
One thing we wouldnt do and was shot a mans mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the
When mornin to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new 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 about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
see ya when you make a mill
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 Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist blow and up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down Niggers make 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 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 place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big gully A R chain
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a couple
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
think 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 that you ain't cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
it!