Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for 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 about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my
One thing we 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 needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was fucked 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
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The needs coachin
Put album 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 that you ain't never no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make 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 makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist blow and up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys 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 because ya Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers 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 show
It's an whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
I came, from a place where it's all or
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
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it wasnt fair
lick a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
Didn't 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 these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
it!