Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, 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 used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When used to come 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 slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, she sees 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 about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist blow and make up a
start liein to the listeners, I tell 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 shit if ya
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya Youtubes 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 sho they show love
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 all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the boys
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 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 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I it wasnt fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I in
Didn't 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 about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
it!