Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin 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 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 a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was fucked my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e album out, day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
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 around Dappy and makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
blow 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 don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers make me
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my hair cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass like sho they show love
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, a place where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
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 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 the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
it!