Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna 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 used to shot but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all long
See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the
When mornin used to I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
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 out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e album out, day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
Real 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 tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
blow and make up a part
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl me
I down these 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 good in my
I pass through like sho they show
It's an event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I it wasnt fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
Didn't think 4 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 about these 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 you make a mill
When you a mill
it!