Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown 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 who was the gulliest in the ends
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the
When mornin used to come I'd smell
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The needs 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 fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
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 tried to be one
But I've been around and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
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 everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin of because 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 sho they show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass through my
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't think 4 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 about these fuckin straps that 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
When you make a
it!