Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with 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 wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans 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 used to come I'd smell
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
gotta skits 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 never no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
When ya make a mill, 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 blow and 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 give a 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 down these Niggers make me sick
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 show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes 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 leave the nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass through my
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise 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 never
My trainers all had smiles on faces they were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it wasnt fair
lick a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
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 the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
it!