Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock men
I dunno how hes done it but my is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be 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 than my
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the house, all night long
See man OD'in of the and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to I'd smell mingin
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e album out, same day as us and see who's 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 talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and up a part
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap 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 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 all good
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 I shows 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 take all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin round the streets the gully is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't think 4 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
Real 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!