Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin 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 wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One we wouldnt do and that was shot 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 I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and 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
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
blow 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 give a 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 down these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I through like sho they show love
It's an event I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
through my hood
Big gully A R chain
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Robbin bare faced
I knew it fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
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 don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
it!