Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
out to Tinchy, I was smaller 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 OD'in of the and the needle and the bong
When mornin to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was we wernt slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
The scene needs
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 fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
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 never to be one
But I've been Dappy and money makers
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and make up a
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 gee's, gettin 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 cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho show love
It's an event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
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
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
Pass through my
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 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 never 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
When you a mill
it!