Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin with my life
I was out untouchable, tryna rock 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 to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the
When used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new n kitchen
The scene 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
When you make a
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around and money makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and make up a
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta on everybody bangs
And I don't give a if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin 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 weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho show love
It's an event whenever I up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, over 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 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 talk about these fuckin straps you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd lick a lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing 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 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
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
it!