Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out untouchable, tryna 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 who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums 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 you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the streets 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 everybodys bad, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm in my hood
I pass through like sho show love
an event whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
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
Real real!
You know the deal (You 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 ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
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
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
it!