Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin with my life
I was out untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all to shot food but it was more 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 shot a mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
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 about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
blow and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm in my hood
I pass through like sho they love
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
Number 2 album, 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
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
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 (You know the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had on their 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 mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
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 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
you make a mill
it!