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 wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all used to shot 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 and the needle and the bong
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no
Real 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 been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
blow and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear these Niggers 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 they love
an event whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the boys yeah, fightin over shit
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 my hood
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you 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 where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't 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 that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
it!