Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes 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 more about who was the in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a 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 weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
The needs coachin
Put album out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around and money makers
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't 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 Niggers me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm in my hood
I pass through sho they show love
an event whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the boys yeah, fightin over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth still
through my hood
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And meet 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 these 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 you make a mill
you make a mill
it!