Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I how hes done it but my lawyer 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 but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than my guns
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 needle and the
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always 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 grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these 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 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
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist and make up a part
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
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 these 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 show
an event 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 leave the boys
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass through my
Big gully A R chain
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
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
recognise real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest 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 tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't 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!