Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for me outta pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd smell
The weather was always fucked my line never dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can the way you talk about 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 talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
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 real G's listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
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 swear these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my
I pass through like sho they show
It's an event whenever I up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So I'ma all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
Real real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing 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 fuckin straps you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
it!