Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my
One we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all night
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd smell
The weather was always my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
At my sons grinnin
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put album 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 that you ain't cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't 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 I've been around Dappy and money
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of Youtube gee's, gettin 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 cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho show love
It's an 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 I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys 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
Teeth grinnin
through my hood
Big A R chain swingin
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 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 make a
When you a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd lick a couple
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years 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 this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
it!