Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
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 but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than my guns
One thing we do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The was always fucked my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little 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 see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you 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 around Dappy and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
blow 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, gotta strap 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 Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya 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 pass through sho they show love
It's an event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no
Real real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these 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!