Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good my life
I was out untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes 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 used to shot food but it was more who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than 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
When mornin used to 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
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
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 no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya 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 and money makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho show love
an event whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
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 Da's look now were
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
through my hood
Big gully A R chain
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't think 4 years 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 about these 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 make a
you make a mill
it!