Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me 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 about who was the in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my
One thing we wouldnt do and was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all long
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
Mums skits out, when she sees 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 fuckin straps you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take 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, everybodys strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through sho they show love
It's an event whenever I up
The money it 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 the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
Big gully A R chain
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
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
Real real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you 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 were talkin
Always bummy in some oversized tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd a couple lappys
And we'd meet up at the
B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't 4 years down the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
it!