Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin 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 than my
One thing we wouldnt do and that was shot a 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 mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
There was nothin we slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you make a
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and make up a
They start to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these make 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 through like sho they show love
It's an event whenever I up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should 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 shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
still grinnin
Pass my hood
Big gully A R 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 about these fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces were talkin
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd meet up at the
B was the realest thing 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 about these fuckin straps that you never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
it!