Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my 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 gulliest in the
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was fucked my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta out, when she sees her new yard 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 these fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried 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 and make up a part
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 give 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 ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my 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 money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
through my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a couple
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the realest thing that I in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
it!