Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for me outta pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin 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 smaller my guns
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But been around Dappy and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's listenin!
But everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya Youtubes me
I swear these Niggers make me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my
I pass through like sho show love
It's an event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the boys
the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass through my
Big gully A R chain
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
it!