Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
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 wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more 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 jammed up at the crack house, all long
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 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 gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e 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 that you ain't never cocked no
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's 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 nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I down these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my hair cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through sho they show love
It's an event whenever I up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You don't kill! (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 deal (You the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I in
Didn't 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
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
it!