Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin 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 for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mum
But I was jammed up at the 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 fucked my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was 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 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 about these fuckin straps you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist blow and make up a
They start to the listeners, I tell 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 look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my
I pass through like sho show love
It's an event I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the boys
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
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 know the (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it wasnt mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't 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 a mill
When you make a
it!