Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin 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 about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the house, all night long
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was we wernt slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you 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 never to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I through like sho they show love
It's an whenever 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 the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
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 talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I in
Didn't think 4 years 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 talk about 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 talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
it!