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 lawyer is a gee for keepin me 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 smaller than my
One we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans 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 come I'd smell
The was always fucked my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was we wernt slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The needs 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 these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist 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, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't 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 these Niggers make me sick
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
It's an whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
through my hood
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 fuckin straps that you ain't never no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin round the streets the gully is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it fair mate
We'd a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
recognise 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 a mill
it!