Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my is a gee for keepin me outta 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 was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always fucked my never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums gotta out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But been around Dappy and money makers
It's 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 em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers 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 sho they show love
It's an event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass my hood
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
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 never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd lick a couple
And meet up at the staircase
B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 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 about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
it!