Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta 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
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than 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
When mornin used to come I'd smell
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
At my sons grinnin
Mums gotta out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The needs coachin
Put your'e out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist and make up a part
start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl me
I swear down these Niggers make me
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 event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and 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 flats
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big A R chain swingin
Paid so I'm
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 that you ain't never no still
recognise 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 never
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Niggers bare faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a couple
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd 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 ain't never cocked no
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
it!