Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock 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 used to food 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 house, all night long
See man OD'in of the and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see roastin!
yourself!
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
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been Dappy and money makers
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist and make up a part
start liein to the listeners, I tell 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 look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya Youtubes me
I swear down Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho they show
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big gully A R chain
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 you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the 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 thing that I 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 the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
it!