Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be 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 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 needle and the needle and the
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we wernt
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and 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 ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around and money 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
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 give a if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear these Niggers make me sick
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 sho they show love
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and the boys 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
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
through my hood
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 never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
lick a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise 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!