Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock 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 about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One thing we do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the and the needle and the bong
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums skits 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 straps that you ain't never 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 make a
ya make a mill, I'ma 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 never lie in my
Artist blow and up a part
start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But everybodys 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 swear down these Niggers make me
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho they love
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
through my hood
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
think 4 years down 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 fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
it!