Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my 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 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 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 fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e album out, same day as us and see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
When ya make a mill, see ya
by G's cos I never 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 make up a
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my hair cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho they show
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'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass 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 you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the deal (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
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a couple
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
think 4 years down 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 talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
it!