Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
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 for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more 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 house, all night long
See man OD'in of the and the needle and the bong
When used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we wernt
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums gotta out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The needs 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 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 talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been Dappy and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist and make up a part
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho they love
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they talkin
dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that 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 that you never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
it!