Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I how hes done it but my lawyer 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 food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin 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 yard n
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
blow and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl me
I swear down these Niggers me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my hair cut the way I'm good in my hood
I through like sho they show love
It's an event whenever I up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, a place where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the boys
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you about these fuckin straps that 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
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
Didn't 4 years down the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
it!